Toeing the Line

I appear to have broken a toe during the high-risk activity of walking down the stairs.  Actually I went to kick an item of dirty washing down and caught my toe on the step.  There was a rather unpleasant crack and then me limping a lot.  The only bones I have ever broken have been toes.  Once I did it kicking a potty, another time on an armchair.  Clearly I should not be allowed to walk anywhere, as the world in general has it in for my toes.

I splinted it to the toe next door (to it - not to my neighbour's toe.  That would be taking neighbourliness a bit far) with cotton wool and sellotape.  This morning it is an attractive shade of purple.  I have not yet attempted shoes or really any walking as such.  However I will not be troubling the hospital with it. 

The first time I broke a toe was about 1989.  I drove my daughter and myself to hospital and then limped slowly to the A&E department.  Interestingly, not one of the hurrying members of hospital staff passing me stopped to ask if I required help.  Anyway, in the end they just splinted it to the toe next door...