My ‘preferred choice’ for Mr. Monash, a.k.a Jason…now we are truly a pair. Jason has a gammy leg thanks to a fall, and we were having a bit of a giggle over it during the Monash Talent Time.

When I left the auditorium to head for home, I fell over the steps and twisted my ankle.

I am now temporarily disabled and have a swollen blue ankle.

It’s wrapped up well and smothered in deep heat cream.

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This did not, however, stop me from driving to IMU, walking around for their 15th anniversary/carnival (for R.Age–Goddammit the things I do for money *huffs*) , or driving back to PJ and taking the LRT to Central Market for the art therapy workshop I pledged myself to. It was lovely, in brief, albeit for the clear language barrier between us and the Myanmarese kids. Have some lovely photos, maybe I will post them in the next post

It really annoyed me though on the LRT that when a rather pregnant young woman got on, nobody offered her a seat. In fact, everybody avoided eye contact. I glared at everyone before proceeding to very loudly offer her my seat and make a show of limping over to the little nook by the door where she had been standing. Thankfully I was only one stop away.

They did not even have the decency to look shamed some more! Bloody hell, I hate inconsiderate people. Get off your bloody fat arses and give up your seat to someone who needs it more than you can or not? Gaah.

Remember to vote for me ok. Perhaps all week I can hobble around with a cane, or an umbrella (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh–by the way I LOVE the Mandy Moore version of it!)  and jab people if they won’t vote for me. Or Jason and I can take mad photos with our wrapped-up ankles and look as merry as we can.

Good stunt eh? However, unlike most stunts, this one is actually real *grimace*.