Enforced Relaxation

Where have I been?

Well, call me weird, but a week's sunny beach holiday in Spain has never been in my top ten things to do before I die. I prefer to get out and about, do and see different things. I was never one for lazing about really.

So, I was slightly hesitant about a week in Menorca
with hubby and three 'grown-up' kids.

But, as luck would have it, a week before we were due to fly out, I fell down a flight of stairs and badly sprained my ankle, leaving me more or less immobile, hobbling around with a crutch and having to be waited on hand and foot (literally!).

(It happened in a pub, and before you ask, I had only had one orange juice - honest!!)

So you see, once we got there, the only thing I was fit to do was sit with my foot up and look at the above view from the terrace of our villa, or lie on a hot beach, or swim in a warm aqua sea, or eat lots of nice tapas in local restaurants, or float around in our pool.
It was hell, really!

And I am even more lucky that I sprained my ankle during flip-flop weather, since the foot swelled up so much that I could not get any other shoes on to it!

If it had been Winter, it would have meant a big comfy slipper and a sock - not a great outdoors look!

Gonna catch up with all your news now.

Bye for now.

Hoppalong