I am nonplussed by the situation, a situation in which even the squirrels will not jump over the railings, cross the busy road, climb up the walls and offer me a gentle back massage. They appear keen to do this for one another. Possibly they have been reading the responses I have been given from a variety of femalehood who rejected the opportunity to do this little job. These were not very ladylike I must say.
However life is getting better, today I stumbled up to Sainsburys before 7:30 to collect the basics required to keep me going until the weekend. This shop is not far away but having carried a small bag back home I think I can feel the effect on my back. Still, I will be OK soon, it is the people who have pains that cannot be traced and lead to long term hospitalisation that I feel for. It came to mind my time in the infirmary in 1974. I was asked to help set up the 'ironing board.' I looked at the sister and she giggled before a nurse took me to the bottom of the ward where a contraption, like an ironing board had mysteriously replaced a bed without me noticing. (I was busy elsewhere) Here we put together what was just two rather thin pieces of strong wood, like an ironing board, and obtained a patient for whom this was intended. The man lay down on the bottom board, hard and unyielding, the board, not the man, and as he lay staring into space the second hard board was lain above him. By tightening the screws on this torture table we turned the poor man over every two hours. He was to spend three weeks with us on this board in an attempt to clear his back problem. I have no idea how it ended or whether it worked but I hope never to develop whatever he had developed. Poor man.
Anyway the cough woke me at five this morning and by six I was having breakfast with the remnants of the stale bread. I then visited the store, had a bath, boy I needed one, and after having read several chapters of my new book and the water getting cold I did the laundry! What an exciting day! Was your day as good as this?
Having been unable to do anything this was indeed a relief but I feel not quite with it yet, showing just how much of a wimp I am, and I am planning my return to exercise next week. Funny how during November I was exercising and beginning to feel quite good. One cough from a friend and here I am standing at the undertakers up the road checking prices!
Tomorrow I will just sit and read all day...
I wonder if Harry really thought this through. Just because your bint says it ill be OK does not mean it will be OK, especially when she does not know what she is talking about. Grumbling about press coverage is understandable, sue them I say, but 'stepping back' from being royal does not work. The grubby media will be even more desperate to seek you out, the chances of 'earning a living' is just nonsense, and the desire to keep all the houses and rich lifestyle with the income is unworkable.
If they give up royal duties this means losing the wages that go with it, they do not appear to have considered this. Who will employ them? Or who will make use of them, probably that is a better question, and now the Piers Morgan's of this world have tasted blood and these men will never stop, even if the law says they ought to. Life is not going to get easier Harry.