You are quite right, Anonymous – there is a difference between the words I used, “regulated” and “ordered”, for my New Life. I’m aiming for “ordered”, and falling short, I feel.
A doctor came to see us while I was visiting my husband yesterday, and went through the same program the physiotherapist had told us the day before: practice transfers until they are smooth, never mind walking about. This conversation left my poor husband with the impression that he might be home this weekend.
It remains to be seen how difficult it will be to re-establish our “care package”. Will we be at the head of the queue because disaster – the fall in which my husband broke his hip – happened on their watch? (He was proceeding from bed to bathroom; I was at the other end of the house, in the kitchen.) My husband thinks we could manage without care: I could manage, he thinks. I tried to tell him, no, I couldn’t.
Meanwhile – a definite step towards the Ordered Life – I resumed the Uncia yesterday. Here we are, 70-odd rows in. I think you can see the wonderful ribs radiating outwards, and also the curiously long rat-tail shape.
The second Vampire sock is still some rounds short of its heel.
I am reading hungrily. There is no time for literature when my husband is at home. When we were in Strathardle a fortnight ago, our niece introduced me to Maggie O’Farrell whom I have been devouring perhaps too hungrily since.
She’s very good, but I have several times felt the need of an editor’s blue pencil, at least to put a “?” in the margin.
This morning, reading “The Hand That First Held Mine” over breakfast, I learned that a prominent character had been conscripted into the RAF during WWII. I doubted it, and since I was reading on my iPad, I looked.
I was wrong: there was conscription into the RAF. But I was right: not for aircrew. When losses became too terrible, they were made up by the Canadian, Australian, New Zealand, and South African air forces. One’s whole mental history of the war would have to be re-written if those brave young men were other than volunteers.
But Maggie O’Farrell and her editor are both awfully young, compared to me.