Sunday, 7 July 2019
Here's a funny thing. I was just yesterday admiring my right foot which, after about two years of having pain and not be able to point nicely, was almost healed and had achieved almost balletic pointiness. Look, I said, It's almost back to normal! Oh how fate laughed.
After lunch today I was coming in from the garden and one foot got stuck on the step and somehow both feet stayed where they were and the rest of me kept on coming indoors at quite a speed (I am always in a hurry). There was a godalmighty crash I can tell you. As I got up and hobbled across the kitchen I turned back and caught sight of the dog standing at the doorway, looking at me in complete and utter mystification.
Anyway, the upshot of it is, my foot has all gone wrong again, top and bottom, and IT HURTS. You may not know that Christina and I are locked in battle for the title of Clumsiest Blogger. I feel I am edging ahead.
I have a little finger that has had a swollen joint for about two months after I rammed it into a door jamb overdoing fake surprise after someone came through the door and made me jump. I have an arm that I pulled cutting the hedge at an awkward angle at the instruction of a difficult neighbour - incidentally I cut through the cable with the hedge trimmer very early on in the operation so the hedge is still untrimmed. I have a foot that was painful and rather crushed after the dog and I lunged for a fallen tea towel at the same moment one morning and I miscalculated and rammed my foot really hard into the dishwasher. And now this.
I pride myself on being a tough old bird. Mostly when I fall over the damage is minimal. Of course I probably shouldn't be saying this... It's a good job I'm not flimsy, otherwise I'd be constantly in plaster. As it is, I have Amazon hot-footing a compression bandage to me. I can't be sitting around with my foot on a cushion, I have a dog to walk you know.
Otherwise it's been a rather lovely weekend. I've barely left town, except to go to the cricket club. I have been floating around enjoying the summer and doing a few chores. The children have been surprisingly low maintenance. In the garden the sweet peas are lovely, after spending about four weeks skulking around at the bottom of the canes doing nothing. There is a bumper crop of fruit everywhere, including more cherries than I've ever seen on the big tree at the bottom of the garden. They are oh so tempting, but a long way up. It would require a ladder. Would that be pushing my luck..?