If only I had the money...

Just a quick post. Tomorrow J and I are attending our graduation for our Open University law degrees (we studied them together); I, being the most clumsy person in the world, twisted my ankle quite badly yesterday. Don't ask me how I did it, I was sober (it was seven o'clock in the morning) wearing walking boots not heels, and walking along a flat piece of pavement. I didn't even fall over, just stumbled a bit but managed to completely turn my ankle at the same time.
The swelling has gone down since yesterday evening when it looked like someone had inserted an egg under the skin of my ankle but it is still a bit painful to walk on. I think I am paying now for wearing platform shoes in the early nineties and going clubbing in them, resulting in many turned ankles that seemed to have no effect at the time. With this, and having a trapped nerve or something in my neck this morning that is still sore, I am feeling about fifty years older than I am and will look most elegant shuffling and limping across the stage tomorrow to collect my degree. Wonderful.
I really posted to link to this story on the BBC site, rather than whinge; more dreams of what I could buy if I was filthy rich, but unfortunately I'm not. It would be very nice to be able to type up my blog on Charles Dickens' desk! Although I wonder if it would be inspiring or intimidating? Probably the latter.