It came to me in the early hours of Friday morning, when I was being particularly bothered by pain, that obviously my broken ankle is the universe's way of ensuring that I sit down and finish Magnus Merriman. To this end I read rather more than 80 pages of it on Friday before deciding enough was enough and picking up my cross stitch. My cunning plan now is to finish the book before my next appointment at the fracture clinic, because obviously once it's been read, the universe has no further interest in my being immobile. So the sooner I finish the book, the quicker my ankle will heal.
Or does the universe not really work like that?
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