Dear Socks and Amelia,
Leaving a bone in the kitchen doorway is a good way to remember where you have left it. However you both got quite worried when I stepped on it and turned my ankle. I'm sorry I scared you when I made all those strange noises, and then wouldn't let you, Socks, on the sofa with me because you bounced on my ankle. Amelia you can stop looking smug - you curled up very small and didn't move, so you got to stay.
Yes, I'm sorry that today your walk was a very short one because my ankle is puffy and interesting colours, but we'll get back to normal soon - except that bones are now garden toys only!
The hobbling one.