I remember the first time I broke a bone as if it was only yesterday.

And it was! I've managed by some good fortune not to have had a broken bone for my whole life. Untill just past midnight on Sunday.

I've managed to fracture a toe. The one referred to as "this one has none" in the nursery rhyme.

Not even a big toe, a proper toe, but the little one next to the littlest one.

I managed to walk into a small upright heater that I'd placed in the hallway to heat the top part of the house. Yes I put the heater there, and I knew it was there. But it was just past midnight and I was moving about the house half asleep, in the dark and on auto-pilot.

Here's a tip, don't do that in future.

The toe was at a bit of a right angle, and I nudged it back into place, got into bed and slept on it. Pointless dashing out at midnight.  However next morning it's unbearable to walk on and it still hurt's something chronic, or I'm a bit of a wuss. Probably the latter. It makes me wonder how people with real injuries get on.

So anyway at the A&E on Monday Morning having it checked out the Doctor says a couple of things....

When I fist pump as she tells me I have a fracture, and I explain it's a first broken bone she comments "that was a weird response" and then she says

"Don't come back next week to tell us it still hurts, we know that already" meaning that at 4-6 weeks of uncomfortable is just that, 4-6 weeks, oh and I get a medical certificate declaring that "I'm fit for work"

So a temporary end to the less of me project whilst I learn to hobble from A to B.

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Parenting - the one with the nonsense rhymes

MrsPdubyah and my Daughter was sitting around talking about her childhood, and some of the things she remembers, which is rich fodder for another time.

From that conversation I had a throwback to my own childhood, and a couple of the nonsense rhymes that I remember. I'm stretched to come up with more than 3, which is not to say that I didn't know many more or have a lot more fun a child.

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So we start with this on, but really in no particle order

One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
I went straight round the corner
and saw a dead donkey die
I took out my dagger to shoot him
and he gave me a kick in the eye.

Which reminds me of this one

I went to the pictures tomorrow,
I took a front seat at the back.
I fell from the pit to the gallery,
And broke a front bone in my back.

Also or more completely a mash up the previous two perhaps?

I Went To the Pictures Tomorrow,
I got a front seat at the back.
I fell from the pit to the gallery,
And broke a front bone in my back.
I went around a straight crooked corner,
To see a dead donkey die.
I took out my pistol to stab it,
And it kicked me right in the eye!
A lady she gave me some chocolate,
I ate it and gave it her back.
I phoned for a taxi and walked it
And thats why I never came back.

or perhaps it ends...

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!.

And this one that reminds me of playing in the garden with my sisters for no reason other than it does.

Mary had a little lamb,
She thought him very silly,
She threw him up into the air,
And caught him by his,
Willy was a sheepdog lying in the grass,
Down came a bumblebee and stang him on the,
Ask no questions, tell no lies,
I saw a policeman doing up his,
Flies are a problem, wasps are worse,
That is the end of my silly little verse.

and the one that we told our own children!

Mary had a little lamb,
Her father shot it dead.
Now Mary takes the lamb to school,
Between two hunks of bread.

Then the one that made my children laugh

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?