Unnecessarily nervous.

So today is my early Christmas present of orthotics fitting. It's at nine am at my local hospital so I'm up early to make sure my feet are as presentable as possible before they get looked at and measured.

I'm really nervous for some reason, and I'm not sure why. Naughty me hasn't been to physio in two weeks due to manflu and I only went back to work on Saturday and that took it out of me. I still have no appetite or proper taste. Pigs in blankets for breakfast tasted awful.

I'll update later, maybe with a photo if the orthotics are off the shelf but I really must ring physio to get back on schedule with that.

Also I've lost a cap on my front tooth, so I look more like a hobo with beard and a curved front tooth. My dreams of being Santa are slipping away.

Talk laters