Glad to see the back of this week as I seem to be stumbling, literally, from one thing to another. Day after my headlong pitch in Cambridge, I woke up to find my left foot closely resembled in shape, if not in colour, that of a pig's trotter it was so swollen. Instead of a delicate shade of pig trotter pink, it was black and the bruise spread throughout the day and looked pretty horrific. Then bruises started to appear in other places I will not mention, the right wrist which I used to break my fall started to throb and the back was on its way to seizing up again. Spent the afternoon soaking in a hot bath, not sure it did any good, but psychologically it made me feel better. My friend Rosemary came to see me in the evening, she is a nurse of many years and she took a look at my foot, poked and prodded a bit and said she did not think anything was broken. She strapped it up for me and so today, once more, I am on the sofa with feet up.
(Mem: Isn't it strange that for so many years I longed to spend my days lolling on the sofa and now I am forced to do it, it seems to have lost its charm? Be careful for what you wish for.....)
My neighbours loaned me NCIS, Series 1 and 2 and then inconsiderately disappeared on holiday and when I watched the final episode of Series 2 and watched the denouement which shook me rigid, I was then faced with the ghastly thought that I did not know when they were coming back and, short of breaking in, would have to wait their return for the next series. When I saw them driving into the car park on Sunday I was hanging out the window saying Oh How Lovely to see you - did you have a Good Holiday and please can I have the next two series of NCIS? To their eternal credit they handed them over before they had even got their luggage in the door or put the kettle on. (I am going to lend them The Wire as a small thank you).
I have become addicted to this particular series. Never watched it as I was working at the time it was on and with ER, 24 and West Wing to watch felt that was enough. So now I have all these episodes to watch and Mark Harmon as Agent Gibbs is wonderful and gorgeous (I recollect he was in a episode of West Wing so must hunt that out), Michael Weatherly who plays the sexist and slightly stupid Agent DiNozzo is really eye candy to die for and David McCullum - well, I so remember being madly in love with him when he was Ilya Kuryakin in the Man from UNCLE all those years ago. He still has the same floppy hair style that he had then and apart form the obvious extra wrinkles, hardly seems to have changed at all.
So I have plenty to keep me occupied. I am also reading the new Margaret Atwood which is seriously weird and superbly written, but is so bleak and ghastly that I have to put it down each 50 pages or so and turn to Jeeves for a little light relief. Have also read another of the Bloomsbury Group titles, Miss Hargreaves, which I loved all over again and will be writing about this weekend, Ice Princess by Camilla Lackberg, a great Swedish thriller writer and have Volume 3 of L M Montgomery's journals by my bed, so I certainly have an eclectic mix at the moment to keep my mind occupied and off my foot.
The sofa calleth...more tomorrow.
