A Trip To The Theatre...

Alas, not the type of theatrical excursion that I would enjoy.  I was less than 100 yards out of my front door yesterday morning when I heard the distinctive tinkle of someone ringing our doorbell.  I turned and saw it was the postie and started to run back to the house, as he was delivering a package.  I wasn't expecting anything, but I knew that the two new additions to The Sneinton Homestead didn't know where the mail depot was.  So, I turned and started to run back to the house.  Except, I tripped and fell to the ground.  I felt an agonising pain in my shoulder; somehow I managed to limp to the front door.  Anyway, to cut a long story short and after a trip to the NHS walk-in center, followed by spending most of the day in A&E at the Queen's Medical Center, I was wheeled into Operating Theater Number 7 to have my dislocated shoulder manipulated back into place and now have my left arm immobilised to heal the fracture in the top of it.

Ouch... :(