Friday 24 June 2016

Not such good news......

Caroline Lucas said on the radio just now that she was brokenhearted by the result this morning  and I must say I feel the same. It is so irrevocable. And then Cameron says he is to resign.   He is not my favourite person, but I think of Hillaire Belloc`s Cautionary Tales: `Always keep a hold on nurse, for fear of finding something worse`   And there are some fearsome characters waiting in the wings.

I have been really poorly for the last couple of weeks with cellulitis, which is why I have not written this blog for some time. I spent many hours in A and E after days of unwellness, (bringing back horrid memories of the needle incident some months ago) and eventually was admitted to an eight bedded ward  with several very confused, demented women, who were not good room mates, poor souls.    I came home after three days, but had to continue going in every day for IV antibiotics. It was not easy getting there on the day of the London to Brighton Bike race, with all the roads packed with hordes of cyclists but we made it in the end.  I am getting better but my leg is still a sorry sight: red, and swollen and so hot, I could be put on the national grid and it is so sore. Everyone has been very kind: family and friends and neighbours. but I am bored with lying on the sofa all day

On the plus side, I have read two good books:Walking Away by the poet Simon Armitage and The Making of Mr Bolsover by Conelius Medvei, and I am about to begin a weighty trilogy by Amitav Ghosh.  I have listened to Radio 4 and 4 extra, day and night and I have a lovely view from my sofa of meadows and trees with the hills in the distance.  I have played Scrabble and had good talks, but even so I am missing all the things I like doing like my Monday music group, the lovely choir, morning swims, the Infants (did I say that I`ve gone back?) the Nibblers and Scribblers writing group and the weekly improv.   All those things are very self indulgent and it is probably good for me to stop rushing around.  And as Winnie the Pooh said to Piglet `I`m all right, really`


In the meantime we have to put up with odious Boris and Farage pontificating smugly on the telly and await further worrying developements.