I swear I didn’t hit my head
when hitting the deck on Saturday but I made my
only trip upstairs on Sunday evening intending to write a short thank you to those who
expressed their sympathy at my unwanted fall to earth but by the time I had
struggled up I had forgotten and went straight to bed. So I am cheating, it is now
6 a.m. on Monday.
Looking like something out of a horror movie is not a problem, my right leg
being bruised from ankle to hip is what is cramping my style. That and a knee
which doesn’t seem to want to bear my weight and determined to make me squeal
with pain when I move it.
I was encouraged to see that the safety device fitted to modern folding ladders
(a reader sent a picture) was pretty much the same as I worked out could be built into mine. So that is
another job for when I am able to drag myself to a hardware shop.
Several Councillors (and my favourite MP) got in touch but I’m not sure if the one who said that when he first saw the
blood assumed I had been duffed up by one of his colleagues was being
entirely serious but it sounded like he was at the time. (Actually I am sure he was.)
Among the silly things I did recently was
to dismantle my ancient AV system with
a view to updating it. If I mention Component Video, XLR Audio
and SCART those who know about these things will recognise that I am well behind the times.
I have someone coming round later today (Monday) to help me restore it to
limited working order so that I can at least watch a DVD. With luck mobility
will improve so that I can tackle
my fibre installation otherwise Openreach is not
going to be at all happy with me on Friday.
QEH told me that I had get my GP to change the dressings by Wednesday; they were joking weren’t they?
When I next get up the stairs to the computer I will try to cobble together
something Boris Johnson related, assuming he is still Prime Minister at the time.