The Tale of the Injured Foot It was a dark, damp winter Sunday in the grey old town of Leicester. Lucy was playing rugby. Looking back, she can't remember the incident, or for that matter, even why anyone would want to (no comments please!), but the pain was as dull as that day. A stamp mark on the sole of her foot, blackened and bruised. The next day Lucy rang her trusted friend and travel buddy to break the bad news...."I think I've broken my foot".....Laura was not deterred by this, wheeling Lucy (with some bad wheelchair driving I have to admit!) into A&E, to be told no breakage, no frature, just a huge stamp mark! After much hopping, Lucy was returned to her sofa whereby she sat. After the sitting, Laura decided her friend's foot
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