Age V. Ambition
Time catches up with you. There I was on Monday, bimbling around Black Park. Upon noticing some new sets being built on the back-lot at Pinewood Studios I clambered upon a log for a better view. Viewing complete I leapt gazelle-like from the log, only to land like a senile hippo, and with a loud crack from my ankle. Unfortunately I was at the Aphelion of my walk and had to stumble the six miles home. The foot is now heavily strapped, quite large, and an interesting colour.
...ravings from the Shell... 
Oh Ammo! Lots of ice ice baby… poor you… I know that mother was a nurse… but make sure you take some anti-inflammatory pills like motrin or naproxin. You don’t want that swelling to stay up. I hope you feel better soon! How else will you stagger back from the pub?
The first word out of my mouth after I read this: Yow!
That’s a drag on so many levels, since you are a hiking man. On the bright side, it’s Winter so you will be well healed (and then can be well heeled) by Spring.
Until then, there’s always Scotch.