Ok, so the bff and I have birthdays 5 days apart (she tries to pretend she doesn't know this, mind...), so we were discussing the possibility of doing a joint birthday do this time. We eventually decided a BBQ and games at a local beauty spot would be a good plan.
Part way through our discussions, she asked me if I was still walking - of course, I giggled and facetiously told her that I'd actually decided to try hovering a few feet off the ground as a less weight-bearing alternative, and then continued to tell her that yes, I did still have legs, and yes, they did still work.
In all honesty, I was a little taken aback by the question, and thought that, whilst it was nice that she was concerned for me, she hadn't really shown that concern in the most tactful manner (not that she's usually tactful, but that's another matter).
As the conversation progressed it became increasingly apparent that what she was actually referring to was a much earlier conversation we'd had (see my last-but-one post for more details on that one) about going for an evening walk each day.
I wasn't laughing so much at the misunderstanding itself, but at my own stupidity for assuming that she'd thought I had become incapacitated since the last time we saw each other - which, let's be honest, wasn't all that long ago. Perhaps there's a lesson in here somewhere for me?
