Last year The Burp broke her arm playing netball. Now her sister-in-law, Bette Midler, is laid up at home with a fractured ankle and ripped tendons courtesy of the very same sport.
It's a dangerous sport, that netball. This is why I've stayed away from it all these years. My lack of coordination, poor balance and sheer laziness has nothing to do with it whatsoever.
Anyway, I've been having some trouble sleeping since I heard about Bette's misfortunes. As I've mentioned elsewhere, Bette likes to play a bit of sport and even when at rest she can often be found wearing some groovy clothing related to physical activity. Maybe I have a bit of a girly crush on her. I'm really not sure.
But I do know this: I'm just really worried that with all that plaster around her ankle she won't slip into those Nike trakky daks the way she used to!
2 comments:
Hey, don't worry about Bette's trakky daks, you should be worrying about yours and getting up and thinking about a run like Grumpy and me.
My brain rarely likes to work up a sweat, much less in the morning.
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