NOT A SOFT LANDING

What did surprise me was how friendly and helpful the French people were. Sorry if that offends any French readers.

In particular, the young girl who picked us up from the airport and transported us to our hotel. She chatted all the way giving us useful information about Nice. My husband was smitten.

Another surprise was that I didn't buy any shoes despite the fact that I looked. I just didn't see many that took my fancy and the few which I did like were more expensive than in England.

All in all it was a nice break. We saw all the sites including Monte Carlo and the weather was so nice I came back with a tan.

Since I've been home, I have continued with my personal trainer sessions - well until I fell over and sprained my ankle that is!

It was a couple of weeks ago now and I was in work but not feeling too well. I went outside for a bit of fresh air and then it happened. I've no idea whether I tripped on a paving stone or caught my heel but I went through that terrifying process were you know you are going to fall but you can't do anything about it.

Eventually, after what felt like minutes but was obviously only seconds, I hit the deck landing in the middle of the road. Both my shoes flew off so I really must have crash landed.

I hobbled back to the office to face my colleagues obvious concerns for my plight - "You haven't been drinking have you?" asked one.