I twisted my ankle complete with an audible crack and as I’m writing this I’m in queue at a healthcare station waiting for a doctor to have a look at it. Therefore I’m calling force majeure on today’s blog post and shall now move on to dreaming about the lunch I never got to have.

Update: After 8 hours of various waiting rooms (nurse, doctor, x-ray, trauma doctor) the verdict was partially torn ligament, a course of painkillers and a go home.