A day of nearly nothing. I continued to feel post-physiotherapy. Helen came this morning — fresh from a successful and happy-sounding book launch in London. We got some paper work done and other aspects of it lined up for future action. Then I went back to bed for a while.
At lunch I wished, as I often do, that I believed there was a Cramond Pig offstage somewhere. The food is fresh, well-cooked but not over-, distinctly under-seasoned. Nearly half of it goes back to the kitchen. A pig would be a very happy animal.
This afternoon I did what I haven’t done for ages and watched the first episode of a new BBC series called The Sixth Commandment. It has been well-reviewed and is indeed very good. It was broadcast yesterday evening. I watched it on my iPad and wished I could figure out how to employ my television set. Maybe someone will drop by who could teach me.
A s for knitting, I continue to plod through the long, long knit rows at the end of the borders. I’ve stopped counting stitches. A thriller on the iPad didn’t lend itself to knitting. If the worst happens when I get to knitting the edging — and it probably will — it is easy enough to set things straight with a little fancy footwork.
Thank you for your comments yesterday about my condition. I would say (despite the lack of seasoning) that my appetite has improved. I know that the food here is vastly better than what we had in hospital, but I cannot specifically remember a single mouthful of it. I do remember that everything was dry and sauce-free. Despite the lack of cider, my hip is now less painful except for the occasional unfortunate twist. At home I was taking 4-6 paracetemol every night. In hospital I asked for and got two nightly, more to protect myself from Susannah’s dreadful television than to sooth hip pain. Here, nothing.
I wish I thought physiotherapy could restore a bit of function to the hip.
I have an appt with an anaesthetist at some point in August. That must be aimed at getting me back on the surgical list.
Wordle: we were scattered around today. Alexander and Thomas and I got threes — the first such I have had for quite a while. Rachel had four, Ketki and Mark five, poor Roger six. Theo nailed it in two.
Would the lack of seasoning be helped by secreting salt and pepper shakers in your pockets to take to the dining room at mealtimes? I expect small travel ones with lids are probably available online or from camping stores.
ReplyDeleteThis may be foolish, but have you asked your physiotherapist for salt? It is Not Good to get too low on electrolytes.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to hear that you are in less pain, and also to hear that the surgery may be scheduled.
Still hot here in MD but they are promising us some respite with a few thunderstorms later in the week. The ones we've had recently didn't cool us much, but it's safer than total dryness.
I had to stop knitting during one thriller on tv as I realised I was going faster and faster to keep pace with the action. Plays havoc with tension but luckily there's no complicated pattern to resolve.
ReplyDeleteI'm reading a set of Miss Marple short stories written by contemporary crime writers and Miss M's knitting features quite frequently. Joan Hickson used to knit so elegantly in the films.