I just thought I would tell you all about my holiday from hell in Bali
Left home on the 3 March, got to airport and they had my husband and myself not sitting together, so after 30 minutes convinced them to put us together.
On the second morning in Bali I slipped coming out of our room on wet tiles. Then spent the first week in the room, the next three weeks I hobbled around with the help of a crutch.
Ray lost his new glases the last night we ere their.
On arrival home on Saturday 31 my suitcase was missing, Rays arrived but not mine, and to this day it still has not turned up.
On Monday 2 April I went to my Doctor and she sent me off for Xrays, Scans etc.
Tuesday 3 April I find out my Ankel is broken and I am in Plaster from toes to Knee for approx 7 weeks, at the moment I am not allowed to put any weight on my foot at all so am trying to manage with wheel chair an crutched.
So that was my holiday from hell.