Saturday, 16 June 2018
Tony and I had a great time at the ceilidh last night. As usual we danced every dance and came home utterly exhausted. I slept really well but feel a little wrung out. Yesterday while out walking with my friend I had a nasty fall. My wrist, hip and arm are beautiful shades of purple and my wrist is aching. I am sure it isn't broken and will simply need a bit of rest and plenty of witch hazel. It is my own fault as I was too busy eyeballing all the cherry trees when I slipped on a patch of gravel. I bounced against the fence and landed in a very unladylike heap. I will be more careful next time.