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Oh dear, well if I didn't go and fall off my high heels yesterday and twisted my ankle.  So here I am having to sit my foot elevated until the swelling goes down.  Feeling a little bit foolish about it all really. I don't normally wear heels to walk around town in (I'm actually quite sensible about things like that believe it or not) but my friend and I couldn't find a parking space and we ended up miles from where we wanted to be and had to walk to our lunch destination.  It's not like we were going shopping - it was supposed to be coffee, chat, then lunch and more chat but we decided to move from our coffee stop to a lunch stop and that's when it all started to go wrong.  Anyway, I blame the uneven paving rather than my ability to walk in what where actually very high heels and white (yes, white!) jeans.  You know, they are actually very flattering jeans and look great with a heel but then they do say that pride comes before a fall.  And it is certainly not very flattering having to hobble down a busy street in what were now not-so-very-white jeans.  My pride may be dented but it's my ankle that has taken a battering (and bruising). Now I'm sofa bound for the duration with only a netbook and TV for comfort. Oh the frustration!