Here we go again

I suppose I got a little cocky after having been able to walk around Andalusia so easily. So much so, that following a visit to the Butcher of Carling (aka the dentist), I was so  happy to have got a clean bill of health that I decided to take a wander around Bayshore to see what might be in need of taking home.

After about an hour, I had pains in my knee - and by the time I had managed to hobble back to the car, my hip was reminding me of why I had decided to relocate to Spain. 

Managed to drive home and dug out the old crutches, trusty friends who will keep me vertical over the next 2-3 days. 

God, I love a complain, don't I!