I spent an hour in Starbucks this morning trying to type sentences that actually made sense. Typing with two fingers strapped together is sort of like running with your legs tied together. My fingers keep falling over each other.
My fractured finger was a good excuse to do pretty much nothing all weekend. I lay in bed watching DVDs, walked the dogs, ate way too much food that wasn't good for me and felt sorry for myself because I hadn't managed the swimming I'd planned for Friday.