I think I might have broken my toe, or a bone in my foot. It’s purple and it’s very sore but I have no idea how I did it. I have a vague recollection of dropping something on it and saying “ow, that really hurt” but it seems to have snuck up on me. So I am limping around feeling grumpy. I did a tag search on flickr for “grumpy” and it’s quite a good one really. The tag search for “broken toe” is off putting but confirms my fears that I have a break none the less.
We have just come home from Amelia’s Christmas concert which was lovely, of course. Amelia was a cute little angel and sang like a star. Lily was very well behaved and even smiled through a huntsman incident – which involved not a very big, but still spidery, spider crawling all over her baby car capsule just after Phil had put her back inside it. We all shouted, screamed, stamped and panicked embarrassingly in front of most of Amelia’s class mates, parents and teachers, but the huntsman didn’t touch the baby which I feel is the most important thing. I guess big spiders could be one draw back to sending Amelia to kinder in a school set in beautiful National Park settings.
Anyway, I must go. Amelia is hyped on post-concert biscuit sugar and won’t go to sleep. I can hear things getting tense out there.