I’m going away for a while…
Not been very well lately. Started last December with partial deafness in one ear, doctors tell me I’ve got a guitar behind my ear drum (well it sounded like that to me), it will clear up…eventually. The last couple of weeks have seen me fighting my second dose of flu this year, which has made the deafness almost total. I’m only fit for the knackers yard!
Then on Tuesday I felt well enough for a saunter up to town. No problems until we headed for home. Walking down the High Street with bags of goodies we’d purchased, all of sudden…BANG. I found myself sprawled flat out on the pavement. Chris helped me to my feet, well foot actually, one was badly sprained, I could barely stand up. But all the pain is overtaken by the overwhelming sense of embarrassment. And despite the fact that there is a taxi firm across the road, I started to limp the last half mile home.
Chris, being the kindly soul that he is, has decided that my welfare comes first. He’s arranged for me to go away to the country for a while to get some rest. He’s keeping the exact location a surprise, but says it’s got a nice walled garden, the high wall actually goes around the entire house. Sounds very victorian.
He’s also bought me a new jacket especially for my vacation. Not very good with sizes is Chris, the arms are way too long with ties on the end. He assures me it’s the fashion where I’m going to stay, everyone wears them. And, as is the fashion, the arms are tied at the back. Sounds very strange to me.
I’ve started packing, Chris says I don’t need to take anything more than a change of clothes and a nightdress, the jacket is worn all of the time apparently. I told him not to be silly, a house in the country, there’s bound to be evening soirées. So I’m going to pack at least one cocktail dress and a pair of heels.
I’m going away for a while…
Shana