Interesting Life Experience

Having blogged, late in the afternoon of the 15th of September, I went to the Food Pantry, just down Hebron Lane, to buy provisions for the rest of the week, and, on my way out, slipped in a small puddle of mop-water and fell, breaking my ankle.  An ambulance came and took me to hospital, and I remained in hospital for the next 37 days, incommunicado and out of touch.  As my orthopedic surgeon put it, it was a signal instance of Fate's Flying Fickle Finger.  And, I must say, it hurt a lot...Proof of which is that I was given a supply of opioid drugs when I was discharged sufficient to stock an illicit neighbourhood drug business.