Paris or Cassis?

Having rested, yet again, due to achilles tendonitis. I managed to cajole L (all be it on a scooter) into accompanying me on a 3-4 miler around Henleaze. This was a stupid idea. Not only was my right achilles still uncomfortable and I still had a streaming cold, but I had also taken a blow to the right side of my ribs, having fallen whilst balancing precariously on a chair (I know, I know) putting up a curtain rail the day before....which, after the initial shock and reassuring "no but fu" to the question "oh my god, mum are you dead?" L and I thought it quite hilarious. At the time.

Although there was a bruise on the right side of my torso the pain wasn't too bad and I thought a bit of exercise would 'loosen' things up. Wrong. It certainly wasn't long before I could feel 'movement' in my rib cage and a sharp stabbing pain........yep, I have been struck again and now have a fractured rib (it may only be a hairline one but it blumin' well hurts, especially when you need to cough, sneeze, blow your nose or laugh at crap jokes...i'll spare you).

So, as it was Paris who shot at, AND killed Achilles (even though he was guided by Apollo because he was apparently actually rubbish at archery or something like that) I have decided I shall not be visiting my Brother who lives in the city of Paris this spring. I will, however, take up the invite to visit him when he and Estelle go to their place in Cassis in the summer.....beaches, sunshine oh and the appellation Cassis wine received; the appellation d'Origine Controllee in 1936, the first in the region (Provence). See, every cloud....