24 days after the operation and my knee is finally starting to look like a knee again or more like that guy from Mcfly’s face (google tells me his name is Tom Fletcher). Never has a man had a face that looked more like a knee!
In other news I’ve had it confirmed that one of the mums from nursery definitely hates me. She has always looked at me like a second class citizen every time I’ve dropped my son off in the morning. I managed to get out of the house at the weekend and went to a 4th birthday party which said mum also attended. I was pretty proud of myself as this was the first time I’d managed to get out of the house (apart from hospital visits) until I overheard her say loudly to the person next to her:
“oh my god, those crutches are such a death trap”.
What a cow, at a 4th birthday party there are a lot more dangerous things than my crutches tucked under a chair; she should take a look at her herself and if she cracked a smile once in a while she might be a bit happier – all she did was moan the whole time about not wanting to be there (unfortunately what I wanted to write here has been toned down as my wife said it was a bit harsh – it was funnier though).