An Apology...

For those of you who were hoping for a story yesterday, I'm very sorry; it never happened.

There are a couple of reasons for this.  Firstly, I managed to damage the ligaments in my wrist and so was typing one-handed for a week. Just getting over it, my arm still strapped up, and helping out the party I support in the local elections, when the candidate from one of the other parties decided to introduce himself, holding out his hand for me to shake. I lifted my injured paw, about to warn him I couldn't, when he grabbed my hand and shook firmly.  Now, I'm normally Crusher Lady with men with strong handshakes, it's a matter of principle, but I couldn't today. All I could do was fold up over my injured hand and whimper. Candidate a little surprised.

'I thought you were wearing gloves!' he said.

'It's a bandage.'

'Ah. Well, you offered...'

'I didn't. I was trying to say I couldn't shake hands because my wrist is damaged...'

'Ah...'

At which point some voters left the polling station, passing us as they did.

'Oh, they're leaving.  Maybe I'll go, too.'

'Good idea.'

He did.

Now, I would love to name and shame, but frankly, I don't care enough about him to know who he is.  All I will say is that he was from the party with the eye-watering combination of colours on its rosette. Now, it might look good on an aquiliegia, but on a grown man it looks, frankly, quite ridiculous.

So my wrist would have healed a bit faster without that, so it's his fault you didn't get a story yesterday, his and the family crisis.

But at least you got an anecdote, 100% true and autobiographical.  You couldn't make it up.