Thursday, September 17, 2020

 

All is well –I’m  just feeble, feeble. Helen and her family are in Kirkmichael. Poor C., who is meant to be looking after me and taking me for walks, just phoned to say that her daughter Christina, mother of wee Hamish, fell from a horse yesterday and broke her neck. She is not paralysed. She is not even in hospital -- at home in a brace with instructions not to move. All three (Christina, Manaba, and C.) are shaken and frightened. Wee Hamish is fine. And at least they’ve got C. to look after them.

 

Here they were a week ago:




 

The EPS has progressed a bit, but not very much. I have read the new Cormoran Strike in one gulp, a shameful confession. Under all that excessive pagination, it is an old-fashioned detective story. And the aspect that social media is fussing about – Archie says that there’s a lot of fuss -- is pretty well irrelevant. There’s not much LUV, but what there is, is brilliant.

10 comments:

  1. Oh, Jean, sending best wishes to wee Hamish’s family. So glad the accident was not as bad as it might have been.

    You must have more daylight than we do in Western NY, but I am sure that the shorter days are affecting you, as they are me. Do you have a lightbox? I’ve had one for just over twenty years and still find that it helps my energy and mood enormously when days are short and skies are grey.

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  2. How frightening! Having had quite a few equine falls, there always lurks the fear of the big one. So glad she is doing well and has her mother to look after her. The knitwear on Wee Hamish is perfectly charming!

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  3. There must have been some terrifying hours for all concerned. And with a small baby to care for too. What a relief to know that it is not worse!
    I have finally finished "A Suitable Boy " and have embarked on the Strike novel. I am rather incredulous about that Indian doctor remembering in such detail events from nearly forty years ago. Sensitivities being what they are these days, JK Rowling could not win no matter what she wrote about.

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  4. Thinking of them. It is going to be a difficult time caring for a baby and recovering.

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  5. Anonymous1:16 AM

    Oh dear! That is really scary indeed. Best wishes for a strong recovery.
    That's a lovely photo from the baptism.
    The EPS sweater colours are going to be so cheerful in dark winter. Sunset is already getting noticeably early here in Southern Ontario, about 720pm.
    I hope you can rest up and feel stronger soon.
    Lisa RR

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  6. Anonymous2:34 AM

    Shaken and frightened - I'm sure. And, as catdownunder said, with a baby to care for. Best wishes for her recovery, and thanks for the lovely christening photo.

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  7. Anonymous1:27 PM

    So glad she will be all right. My heart kind of stopped until I read the rest of the sentence. How do you do certain things without moving? And for how long? What a beautiful baptismal photo. Chloe

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  8. Wishing everyone well. Maybe Christina needs to rethink her priorities. She’s a mother now. I hope she mends quickly.
    Why do you feel feeble? Is there an underlying cause?

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  9. =Tamar9:10 PM

    Oh good heavens. I'm so glad the prognosis is good and she has family support to help. An elderly friend of mine had a similar accident (car, not horse) and recovered fully.

    I am beginning to realize that the skies here are yellowish rather than blue, not because of weather but because of "plume" - the smoke from the west has reached the east coast. I wonder how much has reached or will reach the UK. I second the idea of a lightbox. Even dust on my glasses can affect my mood!

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  10. Oh my word, that was too narrow an escape for comfort. Praying for them all.

    I blame feeling feeble on barometric pressure; my grandmother, a doctor in the 1920s, did and she was more often right than wrong. I take one of those berocca vitamins and pretend they do me good. They don't make me as hyper as the TV adverts, but I think they liven me up a bit. Gerald Durrell always seemed to be giving his animals B12 injections if they needed perking up, and now I find my 91 year old father gets them from his doctor!

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