Haverhill High Street

I have just been on my second outing in Haverhill, my mum is feed up with pushing me up and down my hill so she is insisting that I walk! As the doctor said I can put weight on my cast after two days, she says that now I am fit and healthy enough get myself around and that "balance isn't everything"! So down Haverhill high street I go hobbling away while all the Haverhillians are asking me while they are outside the pub for a cigarette, wondering how I have done it and what I have broken. I have not the best answer as I say I was dancing, and the classic question comes up "Oh so you are part of a dance squad?" and I have to answer "No" and say I was in a Student Union in London and fell over because the floor was wet, when a man from Haverhill who is outside the pub at 2 o'clock on a week day roles his eyes at you, you know that you are a fool! 

If that isn't bad enough, my mother said she would push me up the hill in the wheel chair and i decide to have a cigarette while sitting in it (not the classist look in the world, while she is pushing me out of breath), then who should appear but my neighbor- who already thinks I am a joke, after dropping out of university and living at home. He just stared at me, and my mum made some joke about me drinking "the falling over juice" and breaking my ankle! Oh dear.... not the best day! x x x x x