Well, for the most part, we had a very relaxing, nice Christmas day. We lounged in bed until we HAD to walk the dogs, lol; then after a nice walk along the beach, we came back to the RV and had a good brunch, waffles and bangers (Scottish breakfast sausages). We made phone calls to friends to wish them a merry Christmas and then about 3:30ish decided it was time to walk the dogs again. We decided on a nice long walk to get our 10,000 steps in. On our way back, Cherie was looking across the street and saying merry Christmas to some people when Martha (because she was tired) slowed down and Cherie tripped over her, landing hard on her left wrist. Everyone asked if she was ok, and of course, she said she was. She found it difficult to get up, but was able to with help from Graham. He said, "I think you might have broken your wrist.". Cherie, of course, denied that could be the case. " let's just get back to the RV and ice it," she says.
We get back and as she starts to ice it he, she feels the pain radiating her arm. She says, I think we should go to the ER. Upon having X-Ray, they discover that it is indeed a broken wrist. Cherie's comment, "damn, I hate it when he is right.". The good thing is there is still time for an uplifting end to 2020.
