Chocolate Nest

It's nearly been a month since I ventured out of the flat. For the most part its been due to crippling back pain, although I admit a little agrophobia has kicked in. The last time I feared leaving my front door was straight after the end of my marriage when I found myself in a poky bedsit at the wrong end of town. Not even an infestation of nocturnal slugs in the shared kitchen could prize me away from the four walls of my dreadful abode. It took my daughter, two friends and four large mugs of tea to persuade me to go forth and conquer the corner shop. Over time my life has been on the up, broadcasting on hospital radio and meeting a variety of interesting women, that was until I got this horrendous back injury at work. Thankfully the pain has eased but I still couldn't pluck up the courage to get out. Until today. I didn't make the exercise class but I did make it to the cake shop and back. I bought two Chorley Cakes, a wholemeal loaf and a chocolate cornflake nest decorated with tiny confectionary eggs. As I toddled home feeling rather chuffed with making social contact two school children gave me the middle finger salute from the back of the bus. I looked behind checking the insult was aimed at me when I promptly slipped in dog muck. Though I managed to stay upright the young ruffians were laughing their scruffy heads off. Any other day it would have been a disaster but today it felt great to be back!