Frigging dainty I am….

So, it’s winter and while it doesn’t get ultra cold in tropical Cairns - though it was cool this morning and that may have been me whining on the Cairns Esplanade at 5:30am dressed in my running clothes contemplating high tailing it back to the car before anyone saw me - winter means anything I’ve broken in my life – thumbs, ankles, toes – randomly begins to ache. Yeah, you know what I mean. Lead an adventurous yet clumsy life and things happen to you. This winter, my ankle is aching. I went to the chemist to buy an elasticized ankle brace for it. The sales assistant asked what size. I said fat or chunky or maybe a hefty would do. She looked down at my ankle and said ‘you’re a small.’ Now, I’ve never been called ‘small’ in my life. Anyway, I put on the strapping and it was the perfect fit. Think Cinderella and the glass slipper except this was tape and stretchy stuff and frankly I would not be putting my foot in any glass slipper to try it on after god knows who had and why can't Prince-so-call-Charming remember who it belonged to. Men sometimes...but I digress...call me fatso? I think not. I have dainty ankles and I can kick arse from here to billy-o with them. Yep, that’s me. I’m frigging dainty. I have the strapping to prove it.