In this little #shorts sofa vlog (with the dog), I’m basically here to tell you… I did it again. A couple of weeks back I was walking down to the pub with my wife, my ankle rolled, and I went down hard—tore up my knee and it was bleeding quite a bit. Bit scary in the moment, but luckily one of the friends we were meeting is a nurse, so he cleaned it up and confirmed it wasn’t a hospital job. Fast forward to today: I’m out walking Nova, filming some genuinely beautiful bits around the fields, and I’m literally five minutes from home when my ankle rolls again. It swells up like a golf ball, but I can move my toes so I’m pretty sure nothing’s broken—just painful, upsetting, and properly fed up. I’ve got a gig this Saturday, so I’m hoping it settles (and thankfully it’s not one of those “stand for hours” situations). In the meantime I’m elevating it in the lounge, leaning on my wife’s stick, and cracking on with editing—plus I’m finally trying to stitch together a slightly janky “Sipping Cider” video from three takes and some bright yellow rapeseed-field footage.