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beansgerlWell, that was a day. Thought it was going to be all MINE... but natch the world thought differently. Well, World and me shared it!
I did manage to rise - for some reason an hour and a half before my usual time. Was fidgety and bad leg wasn't being nice. So for breakfast my lovely All Bran and wheat cereal with fruit and natural yoghurt and my whole milk. (DO SO dislike that watery stuff ..) and some brilliant cereal bread that has nuts and raisins in and pine nuts on the top... brilliant and irresistible! Found my Bio Apricot jam had gone orf.. so resorted to raspberry. That will now live in the FRIDGE!
Whilst munching with mouth bunged full had to raise a huge grin and a wave for the neighbour opposite my kitchen window - she lives opposite across Nasturtium Alley. Wot a nice little alley, and she's growing nasturtiums in pots on her windowsills.
Then got to pc. Hair needed another putting up - its grown quite long and I have to do three swirls to get it into a nice big chignon to go high up with two pinch clips. Looked in mirror and sighed. Oh well, not bad for 86... or is it 85??? can't remember. Old anyway. Did what I do with face, which is just cleanse cos I like the freshness, and stick some more crayoned eyebrows on - when you get really old you don't HAVE eyebrows! Might get some tattooed on? Good Idea? That was face put on whilst the pc 'booted up' WHY BOOTED.. why not just say STARTED UP?
Slurped coffee and counted 43 emails or notifications and junk Facebook stuff. Seven proper emails. Right. THEN... SFR decided to go unpleasant again. It switched me to AOL... nothing on there so WHY? and then cut itself in half, and threw a hissy fit. I patiently tried again, thinking I'll BOOT YOU you bast'd.. bad enough yesterday! Half way through a long email - ORF we went again. Oh ... dammit.
Had to pack up garbage from kitchen and drag that along the floor, me on my scooterchair then go through all the struggle of sorting crutches, opening door, fighting curtains, getting keys hung on crutch handles so I don't drop them... hitch garbage bag on one crutch and begin ... stomp bonkthud clonk bonkthud (the thud is the garbage bag clocking my knee!!! ) After seemingly half an hour I have fetched agin the Shed door. More think-suss-organise with stuff. Bin has wheels but a mind of its own... NOT helpful. So shove one crutch into bin, with bag, and flap lid open which then proceeds to hit my leg again. So had to turn the whole thing round and close lid. Then ... the marathon of getting bin down step, round corner, up Nasturtium Alley, round past the Nurses' Clinic. and shove bin against the wall. Extract crutch.. dot and carry back. This takes me over half an hour! HALF AN HOUR... I can't belieeeeeve.
Get back indoors... more panic about pee. I'd given Three samples already... and been and got the antibiotic to cure the presumed infection of E coli in system. (I think I'd infected pot with ME outside the pee, tis only a tiny pot and where pee goes when its being awkward???? sideways backwards? So I had to do another sample and get that sent off Stat! (Its clear... they phoned me last night when I was watching Vincent Lindon in a lovely fillum)
Then Andrew came round and we nattered, he wouldn't lunch, but we talked about the world, Albert Camus, microscopes, gardening, keys and money - he's afraid he'll be clobbered with Customs Duty on the scope... but Amazon assure me, and the Douanes here, that it is a scientific instrumenht and won't carry Customs, only VAT... which I've paid. I'm dying to get this scope... cos ditch water is fabulous fun. He's going to look for bacteria in his garden soil... yayayay... this will be FUN!
Then I tried to have lunch. The pressure cooker lid fell on the floor, I dropped the inners in the sink and burnt myself. Cussed. Soaked big cloth in Bicarb solution and wrapped hand in same. (Tis fine now, not a sign!) then picked peas out of sink, and the fish was not good. The telephone was ringing... so scooted into the room to its silence! Tis a new one, doesn't tell you who called!
The Lab again... ringing about half an hour later when my face was full of newly cooked fish and peas! Gosh that was QUICK... they'd only just GOT it!!! ooops, no... twas nearly five pm. Would ring back when tested in case I had to get more drugs.
Then Elianne came down from upstairs with tearful tales of friend's dog that died... I was trying to write a long email LONG overdue to a dear mad chum all during that day, and had to do it in bits cos SFR was still cutting me off, and Windows doing 1079 updates... gaaahh. It was lovely and rainy again... got to the Mailbox in between things, and found the Mairie wanted a copy of my passport to get my rent allowance sorted. So struggled to car with that, and my address book which is now part of my handbag... which was lucky... she wanted my CAF and CPAM codes as well. Don't ask me what CAF and CPAM is ... well CPAM is Caisse Primaire d'Assurance Maladie du Morbihan... but CAF?? oh well, they give me a reduction cos of age in my health insurance premiums. Dear Laurence had waited for me to get there - five to seven in the evening!
Then I got back to home, floor was all slovenly with in and out and crutch-end muds... so I washed that down. Slurping great mugs of super new-made coffee. Finally pushed chair round a bit to face the TV.. arranged 'stuff' around.. glasses, wipes, pills, tele-commandes, hankies, last clementine, knife, bits container... this gets really serious!!!! BECAUSE... once I get sat down I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO STRUGGLE WITH DAMNED CRUTCHES just to get a hanky or my pills OVER THERE... or answer the phone again... I kid you not. Without crutches - like in about ten days time I shall be FREE - and be able to lep up and down and fetch and carry and... BE A HUMAN BEING !!!! Not Jake the Peg with the extra stupid legs.
Watched Vincent Lindon escape his falsely-accused-of-murder wife from hospital/prison - it became a bit - just a bit rather unlikely there... but they were so IN LOVE...aaahhh. etc etc.
THEN the pushing back of container table so I could get up, crash crutches etc. etc. oh GHAWWWD... put it all reasonably tidy cos it is a VERY small room, and I have to find my way to the loo once at least in an 8-9 hr night. Finally sat Bears in their nighttime place, tossed cushions to chair and fell into bed... "Yes, Doctor, I DO keep both knees together and lift at the same time so's not to dislocate hip!" Put the Midnight news on... and fell asleep as I always do -- two sentences and I'm GONE! hahah so much for the BBC. Hand is better - no sign of burn - good old bicarb.
I did manage to rise - for some reason an hour and a half before my usual time. Was fidgety and bad leg wasn't being nice. So for breakfast my lovely All Bran and wheat cereal with fruit and natural yoghurt and my whole milk. (DO SO dislike that watery stuff ..) and some brilliant cereal bread that has nuts and raisins in and pine nuts on the top... brilliant and irresistible! Found my Bio Apricot jam had gone orf.. so resorted to raspberry. That will now live in the FRIDGE!
Whilst munching with mouth bunged full had to raise a huge grin and a wave for the neighbour opposite my kitchen window - she lives opposite across Nasturtium Alley. Wot a nice little alley, and she's growing nasturtiums in pots on her windowsills.
Then got to pc. Hair needed another putting up - its grown quite long and I have to do three swirls to get it into a nice big chignon to go high up with two pinch clips. Looked in mirror and sighed. Oh well, not bad for 86... or is it 85??? can't remember. Old anyway. Did what I do with face, which is just cleanse cos I like the freshness, and stick some more crayoned eyebrows on - when you get really old you don't HAVE eyebrows! Might get some tattooed on? Good Idea? That was face put on whilst the pc 'booted up' WHY BOOTED.. why not just say STARTED UP?
Slurped coffee and counted 43 emails or notifications and junk Facebook stuff. Seven proper emails. Right. THEN... SFR decided to go unpleasant again. It switched me to AOL... nothing on there so WHY? and then cut itself in half, and threw a hissy fit. I patiently tried again, thinking I'll BOOT YOU you bast'd.. bad enough yesterday! Half way through a long email - ORF we went again. Oh ... dammit.
Had to pack up garbage from kitchen and drag that along the floor, me on my scooterchair then go through all the struggle of sorting crutches, opening door, fighting curtains, getting keys hung on crutch handles so I don't drop them... hitch garbage bag on one crutch and begin ... stomp bonkthud clonk bonkthud (the thud is the garbage bag clocking my knee!!! ) After seemingly half an hour I have fetched agin the Shed door. More think-suss-organise with stuff. Bin has wheels but a mind of its own... NOT helpful. So shove one crutch into bin, with bag, and flap lid open which then proceeds to hit my leg again. So had to turn the whole thing round and close lid. Then ... the marathon of getting bin down step, round corner, up Nasturtium Alley, round past the Nurses' Clinic. and shove bin against the wall. Extract crutch.. dot and carry back. This takes me over half an hour! HALF AN HOUR... I can't belieeeeeve.
Get back indoors... more panic about pee. I'd given Three samples already... and been and got the antibiotic to cure the presumed infection of E coli in system. (I think I'd infected pot with ME outside the pee, tis only a tiny pot and where pee goes when its being awkward???? sideways backwards? So I had to do another sample and get that sent off Stat! (Its clear... they phoned me last night when I was watching Vincent Lindon in a lovely fillum)
Then Andrew came round and we nattered, he wouldn't lunch, but we talked about the world, Albert Camus, microscopes, gardening, keys and money - he's afraid he'll be clobbered with Customs Duty on the scope... but Amazon assure me, and the Douanes here, that it is a scientific instrumenht and won't carry Customs, only VAT... which I've paid. I'm dying to get this scope... cos ditch water is fabulous fun. He's going to look for bacteria in his garden soil... yayayay... this will be FUN!
Then I tried to have lunch. The pressure cooker lid fell on the floor, I dropped the inners in the sink and burnt myself. Cussed. Soaked big cloth in Bicarb solution and wrapped hand in same. (Tis fine now, not a sign!) then picked peas out of sink, and the fish was not good. The telephone was ringing... so scooted into the room to its silence! Tis a new one, doesn't tell you who called!
The Lab again... ringing about half an hour later when my face was full of newly cooked fish and peas! Gosh that was QUICK... they'd only just GOT it!!! ooops, no... twas nearly five pm. Would ring back when tested in case I had to get more drugs.
Then Elianne came down from upstairs with tearful tales of friend's dog that died... I was trying to write a long email LONG overdue to a dear mad chum all during that day, and had to do it in bits cos SFR was still cutting me off, and Windows doing 1079 updates... gaaahh. It was lovely and rainy again... got to the Mailbox in between things, and found the Mairie wanted a copy of my passport to get my rent allowance sorted. So struggled to car with that, and my address book which is now part of my handbag... which was lucky... she wanted my CAF and CPAM codes as well. Don't ask me what CAF and CPAM is ... well CPAM is Caisse Primaire d'Assurance Maladie du Morbihan... but CAF?? oh well, they give me a reduction cos of age in my health insurance premiums. Dear Laurence had waited for me to get there - five to seven in the evening!
Then I got back to home, floor was all slovenly with in and out and crutch-end muds... so I washed that down. Slurping great mugs of super new-made coffee. Finally pushed chair round a bit to face the TV.. arranged 'stuff' around.. glasses, wipes, pills, tele-commandes, hankies, last clementine, knife, bits container... this gets really serious!!!! BECAUSE... once I get sat down I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE TO STRUGGLE WITH DAMNED CRUTCHES just to get a hanky or my pills OVER THERE... or answer the phone again... I kid you not. Without crutches - like in about ten days time I shall be FREE - and be able to lep up and down and fetch and carry and... BE A HUMAN BEING !!!! Not Jake the Peg with the extra stupid legs.
Watched Vincent Lindon escape his falsely-accused-of-murder wife from hospital/prison - it became a bit - just a bit rather unlikely there... but they were so IN LOVE...aaahhh. etc etc.
THEN the pushing back of container table so I could get up, crash crutches etc. etc. oh GHAWWWD... put it all reasonably tidy cos it is a VERY small room, and I have to find my way to the loo once at least in an 8-9 hr night. Finally sat Bears in their nighttime place, tossed cushions to chair and fell into bed... "Yes, Doctor, I DO keep both knees together and lift at the same time so's not to dislocate hip!" Put the Midnight news on... and fell asleep as I always do -- two sentences and I'm GONE! hahah so much for the BBC. Hand is better - no sign of burn - good old bicarb.
