This morning a friend related a conversation from yesterday they'd had with one of their children. I'm sure they wouldn't mind me repeating it here, but I've redacted names and genders for the sake of their anonymity:
kid: "Are we doing anything for bonfire night?"
Cue parent concern as we usually avoid doing anything, because the noise and smell are just too much for at least 2 of our kids.
parents: "No, nothing. You don't usually want to do anything."
kid: "Good! I hate bonfire night. I wish Guy Fawkes had been successful in blowing up the houses of parliament. Then we wouldn't have to put up with fireworks and we might not have a rubbish government!"
Out of the mouth of babes. Although I'm not sure it's ever quite so simple, I'd never actually condone, sanction or encourage political violence in any form, and I'm certain Fawkes and his mob had their own sinister and malign political agenda.
But still, it made me chuckle.
Which was needed this morning. In other news, I'm back on crutches. Could feel the tenderness growing in my left heel over the course of yesterday. By the time I went to bed the pain had increased to the point that it kept waking me through most of the night.
This morning I couldn't put any weight on my foot again.
Exceptionally frustrating.
Photo at the top of this post is just an arbitrary snap of Lottie. Though she had that exact same expression on her face this morning when she saw me reach for the crutches again.
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