Good old Pierre

of the de Ronsard fame.

He came to my aid first thing this morning, before the day catapulted into total disaster.

I was hanging out the washing in the glorious sunshine (as you do), and I twisted my ankle.  Don't ask!  I haven't the faintest idea how I did it, but I've been sitting in isolated splendour, upstairs in my big comfy chair - ankle all iced up and bandaged.  I can hobble around - but only just.

I got the flower shot before the washing incident.