This is my foot!

I managed to broke my foot, two days after the death of my father. For an admirer of Freud like me, this is not simple bad luck... During all August I will be in the plaster, foot on air...It happened at the moment we were planning the so needed vacation for the family...So sad that I am laughing right now...Time for reading, music, and some trading at present.

The artists creating on plaster are my daughters..