I write with the bag of ice on the foot. It 's almost a week after a limp sort of retort that I realized that I have if not the next day. This means that I should be at rest as possible and then nothing strolls the waterfront, no nights out, no sea ... or almost. In reality every now and then I go to the beach and, with the agility and movements of a walrus, I drag myself and I sprawled on the sand (pardon the technical) to the sun. And to be honest sometimes in the evening I go out for a walk or a drink. Indeed, the foot is still swollen.
Will this divine punishment for having refused to me touches the 300 jobs I was offered this summer? I so wanted me to rest ... but not with this damn bag of ice defective (drops) on the foot 24 to 24 hours!
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