Can't stand on it for more than a minute or two.
Can't do the ironing.
Can't do the washing.
Can't do the hoovering.
Can't do the cleaning.
Can't do the shopping.
Can't do the cooking.
If you are imagining that this all sounds like a dream come true let me assure you that it IS NOT. Oh no indeed it isn't. It is torture.
I am fortunate in that I have two reasonably competent teenagers around and C at home until the 10th . They are doing their best but they don't do anything quite the way I would do it and every time I ask them to do anything I feel like a nag.
It's not being able to cook that is really testing my patience. It was a mistake to allow myself to be the only cook in the house. That said C produced a very good Normandy chicken dish last night by following my very detailed instructions. I can't just say 'brown the chicken in some oil'. I have to specify which pan, how much oil, how hot, how long etc etc. It's all very frustrating and limiting.
I've made a list of meals I think he and the boys can cope with for next week.
We won't starve but we may have to resort to boughten bread.
On the bright side I can read, crochet and watch DVDs and drink wine to my heart's content.
I'd rather be able to put my shoes on and walk around though.
Burns apparently take quite a long time to heal but I'm really hoping and praying and crossing my fingers that I'll be nearly back to normal by next weekend.
I do hope your new year has got off to a better start than mine.
By the way, I will not be cooking a goose for Christmas 2011. Pork pie and salad seems like a safe option at the moment.