Now where did I hear that? I guess it's one of those sayings you take for granted, that is until your best foot betrays you. About six weeks ago, I missed my footing, not seeing a step down onto paving with the result that I felt a jarring right up my leg into my hip. Thereafter followed a painful few weeks during which I got some physio help and had to just wait for things to heal. Unfortunately, during that time I hurt the same side again - lost my footing on a dirt road (slippery pebbles on the downhill) while we were walking ahead to see if the 4 x 4 vehicle could handle the terrain around the corner. Same story - another four weeks, I was told. Then we had that flood three weeks ago: lost my footing the next day in a remaining puddle in a dark part of the house. There is no way you can save yourself if you slip on water, so down I went again, same side. Each time I had started from a stationary position right foot first. Another four weeks. Is this something to do with being right-footed? If I attempt to kick a ball, it has to be with my right foot, playing the piano was always easier with the right hand; my joints have swollen on my right hand more than on the left. Whatever the explanation, since my right foot has turned traitor, my best foot is now my left.