Anklewatch Day 8

Just a quickie – in a shock move that seemed impossible 8 days ago, it looks as though I’m going to be ok to make the final somewhere in London.

This is after the NHS upgraded me from pegleg to Robolimb.

As worn by Wayne Rooney apparently! How fitting. I almost feel like a professional footballer. It supposedly features – amongst other things – an “adjustable pneumatic cushioning system to reduce swelling”. Which is actually just a fancy way of saying that it comes with a little hand-pump thing so that you can squish your foot as much as you want, like some bizarre game of Russian Roulette.

It is quite nifty though, even if I do look like a bit of a, well, a twat I suppose. It means I can walk around without crutches (walking around without crutches and without Robolimb is so hard right now, my foot resembles a large purple balloon) and it is supposed to heal my torn ligaments a lot quicker than most other things.

And, it means I can get on public transport (as evidenced by last night), have a few drinks in the pub (as evidenced by last night), and watch Spain’s march to glory (and £20 for me), as evidenced – hopefully – by tomorrow night.

Watch this space – the grand finale of Euro 2008 approacheth, and, thanks to Robolimb, so do I.