Aches, pains and mosquito bites

These past 3 weeks have been a bit difficult with the relocation and the getting used to our new Country but we are slowly getting there. The fact I have a few cuts and bruises however has not helped and I cannot wait to be completely healed.

I started off by falling down the stairs while cleaning my home in the UK for the new tenants. Just when I was thinking my foot was in a precarious position and had to move it to a safer one I slipped and tumbled down the steps, falling on my ankle and twisting it. Spraining one's ankle is never a good idea but less so 48 hours away from an international move. Hobbling painfully I managed to get through the following 2 days. Then I got to Singapore and I hoped the heat and the sun would help the healing process so off went the heavy boots and on came the summer loafers. I had not taken into consideration the swelling of my feet due to the humidity and before I knew it I had blisters on both the back of my ankles. Undeterred I decided to wear my faithful flip flops, I mean what can go wrong with flip flops? Well loads can go wrong because they do not have any grip so in due time I slipped on a wet floor and to avoid spraining my already weakened ankle I grabbed onto a metal display and managed to cut my wrist in 3 places. Now I look like a suicidal hunchback of Notre Dame. As if this was not enough the local tiger mosquitoes have taken an unhealthy liking to me (they leave Max alone naturally!) and have been dining on various exposed and, more embarrassingly, hidden parts of my body with glee. Once again I react by buying a mosquito repellent. I spray this on every inch of my body but I take care to wash my hands as I do not want to find myself ingesting the stuff by mistake. Little red, itchy marks now cover my hands, though the rest of my body is bite free. In the meantime I am collecting blisters on my feet like one collect stamps. The back, the side, the front, one after the other little painful blisters appear and my list of wearable shoes diminishes at a frightful speed. So, a little worse for wear, I am off to the Pharmacy to buy plasters. I check the mirror and a big, fat pimple has grown on the centre of my nose. Is it just me or do I get a feeling Sing does not really like me?