I went on a date with my man last night... We both made ourselves look nice and I wore pretty flip flops (or 'plip plops' as Ben likes to call them).
Walking home I insisted on taking the short-cut which included a tiny unlit 'woody' stretch of path.
And being a little unstable on my legs after ONE GLASS OF WINE, I tripped over a protruding tree root and caught my little toe on it quite badly....
I think I may have broken it?
The few preceding hours saw us celebrating the end of Ben's time as a preschooler at a cute little party which was laid on by his wonderful nursery teachers.