One of those days… but I’m fine!

I went for a walk tonight after getting a few bits and pieces from the shop. I fully recommend hanging bags on your arms as they make handy substitute arm-strengthening weights. I have more toned arms since I’ve been carrying things around with me on my recent walks. I regret wearing my wedges, which I otherwise like because make me look an average height instead of the midget that I am. I was fine until the wind caught me. I tipped my ankle once and fell over after my ankle tipped again. Fortunately, I’m absolutely fine, though I’m sure that my ankle will hurt tomorrow. It doesn’t even ache much right now. I also grazed my knee because I landed on it. I got straight back up again due to being self-conscious about being seen which I find embarrassing. It was just about dark and there was no one about so I think I got away without looking like an idiot. I wasn’t hurt. I only fell on my leg and tipped my ankle. I felt like I actually bounced rather than went down that hard. The wind was making it much more difficult to actually walk even without high heels on my trainers. I had a bath when I got home so the graze on my knee won’t have anything nasty in it.

I’m now in my bed with fresh clean sheets on… it smells lovely and feels comfy. Of course, Mimi (one of my cats) has already settled on here for the night. She always does when the sheets are newly washed. Cats just take over everything their owners use eventually. I find my cats in the most random places, especially when I’ve been out for a few hours. It’s like they just fall asleep wherever they’ve been hanging out. I found Mister on top of the washing machine once. I think he liked the vibration of the spinner cycle and it rocked him to sleep. Another time I’ve come in the kitchen to find him sat under the boiler… on the kitchen surface which he knows he shouldn’t be on. That one really likes to push the boundaries to the limit. He jumps on top of the wardrobe to hide when he knows he has done something wrong. His sister spends a lot of time outside so she doesn’t do much that is naughty… apart from the times she’s been out in the rain and brings mud in all over the place. That’s a hazard of having cats. Mud, half dead birds and mice, and on one occasion a large rat which luckily Mister killed; litter tray bits somehow trailed across the floor… it’s impossible to keep everything completely clean. It’s like having children. When you’ve just mopped the kitchen floor, then a few hours later there’s cat footprints trailed across it, and cut grass, and other bits they’ve managed to get attached to their fur. I don’t know who decided that cats don’t shake themselves like dogs do when they get wet. Both my cats shake all their water off when they come in from rainy weather. That’s okay if they do it where there isn’t carpets or furniture. Luckily they normally do it in the kitchen.

I looked at my Open University module yesterday. I peeked at my first tutor marked assignment due in November. I’m not looking forward to it. I’m sure the questions will make sense after I’ve read the first few units but at the moment unless you’ve read the questions in the context of the units it’s confusing. I know it’s not a wise idea to peek at future tasks… I just got curious. We don’t officially start until early October. I feel less apprehensive about the degree getting harder and requiring more technical language now that I have taken a read of module content. I am still on level 1 of undergrad law. I had to do the introduction module first due to not having any A-levels. It’s okay to struggle. I’m sure many other students have the same issues. I’m hoping that things click into my head this year. The way of writing a certain way becomes automatic according to former students. I had a qualified barrister admit that he was hopeless when he first started undergraduate studies. That fills me with slightly more hope that I will pass it.

4 responses to “One of those days… but I’m fine!”

  1. I made a similar mistake when I went for a walk recently, my first “major” outing in six months: it seemed like a good idea at the time to wear wedges instead of something more practical (Birkenstock/Papillio Ashley, for those who *must* know… so “yay, Birkenstocks that don’t look like they’re made entirely of stomp!”) and they were brand new just to add to the “is this really a good idea?” vibe.

    I managed to not twist my ankle, but by the time my four mile jaunt was over I’d got The Blister From Hell and almost a fortnight later I can still barely walk.

    Will I learn from it? Probably not.


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