So, here we are! It’s been a while because, truth to tell, blogging (along with much else) seemed rather inconsequential with all that had gone down. Staying focused long enough to string more than a few words together wasn’t happening.
There were still plenty of jobs/chores to do and so it was that yesterday morning found me up the step-ladder, saw in hand pruning off some largish branches from one of our many trees. Somehow, my legs, the branch and the steps got mixed up and, as the old nursery rhyme goes ‘Jack fell down and . .’ Crown’s intact but the old rib cage and backside feel as though they’ve been through a right kicking the like of which I haven’t experienced since I was a young ‘Tom’ in the army!
As nothing apart from my dignity appeared to be bruised at the time, I carried on and it was only about an hour later that I noticed that my sleeve was wet. Closer examination showed a rather neat gash on the elbow that required five stitches to pull together! J, who would ban me from ever going near a ladder, was not amused to have to leave her brewing up of piccalilli to drive me to hospital where the service was, as ever, first rate.
‘No sense, no feeling!’ I hear you mutter – or, as my mother used to empathise ‘Stop bloody grizzlin’. It’s too far away from your ‘ead to ‘urt cha!’ I suppose I should look on the bright side and be glad I hadn’t bothered to haul out the chain saw instead of the bowsaw!
Alan Fenn, Okçular Köyü