Unlike me, the original Hopalong didn't, it seems, hop at all. I, on the other hand, had a minor op on my right foot last night: only in outpatients, so I'm back home, but it turns out that hopping is incredibly hard work!
Then, as it penetrated, I got that nasty sensation of 'sudden give' that I imagine you get when ramming a stake into the chest of a vampire. Nice.
I took my sketchbook, with the intention of taking my mind off proceedings, by drawing the doctor at work. I wasn't in a very good position though and, to be honest, I didn't want to distract him. It came in handy for the obligatory delay in the waiting room though.
I should be able to walk again by Thursday, so not too bad. Bit sad though that the garden is blanketed in thick, virgin snow, but neither of us are capable of getting out there to build a snowman. Bum.
At least we are cosseted from the fact that Sheffield appears to have ground to a very slippery standstill.