It’s not been the best of weeks. It started well enough with a ComicCon in Bakewell. My son and his family turned up unexpectantly which was a lovely surprise.
I tried to park in Bakewell itself after the event finished. I mean, you can’t go home without a pudding, can you? After a bit of illegal parking – I’ve got a blue badge but I hate to use it to such an advantage but when the needs must and all that. Anyway, I got a pudding which had since disappeared as it was delicious.
On the Sunday I attended a Book Fair in Buxton, another lovely town, where I met some new and friendly people. I’m looking forward to more such events in the new year.
Unfortunately, I felt a cold coming on as I drove home and spent the first few days properly laid-up. Plenty of whisky macs and copious slathering of Vick seemed to see it off but I was not allowed to get away with things so easily.
My daughter had been very ill with a flu-type lurge so fate decided that I needed something more and I fell up the step from my withdrawing room into the kitchen. This totally freaked out the dog. The cat just gave me a look which said, There’s clumsy. I hope you’ll be well enough to give me my dinner tonight.
Ever tried to get up from under a slobbery dog when your legs don’t work at the best of times and your right shoulder appears to be broken?
Fortunately, we have a tiled floor so I was able to slide on my bottom, across the withdrawing room to the front room. The step there is deeper and we have handles so I was able to drop my legs and pull up on the handles.
The cat went back to sleep as I was obviously going to be alright for feeding her and the dog fetched me a ball ot three. Nice.
And the arm…? Still painful but at least I can lift a mug of tea now.
SueJEaton 