It has been a lovely sunny day here and I fully intended to have a walk out in the fresh air. Just as I was about to put on my coat the District Nurse arrived with enough bandages for a whole football team. Yes - you've guessed it - I have to have my legs bandaged again prior to having stockings. I no longer have Cellulitis but I do have an Odeama. Once bandaged and socked there is no way that I can get my shoes on - so house bound for a week or so.. Hopefully quite a few good books to read. Good job I am not a small child who needs reading to. It reminded me of a story my father used to tell me when I was small. He was into his fifties when I was born - and a complete surprise by all accounts - but he was a lovely Dad and would sit with me on his knee for hours. This was one of my favourite stories. I would say - Tell me the Antonio story Dad - and this is what he would say: "It was a dark and stormy night. The brigands and the chiefs were assembled in the caves together. And the chief said onto Antonio - Antonio - tell us a story. And it started like this: It was a dark and stormy night (and so on - each time we came to the end I would beg just one more time)
I found sleep impossible for some reason last night and at half past one I got up, made two rounds of toast and marmite and a pot of tea, switched on the heating and watched a programme I have intended seeing on iplayer. It was a programme about life in the Faroe Islands - it kept me awake and enthralled for a long time. We expect the way of life in some distant country to be very different from our own but the Faroes seems more or less on our door step but once we get past the fact that we all speak English our lives diverge. They live almost entirely on seabirds and fish - they didn't appear to have much in the way of vegetables- much of which they eat raw, And their incredible cruelty in the catching of the fish and birds I found horrifying. But it is a way of life and as such we should maybe respect it. If anyone else watched it I would be interested to their point of view.
Now, of course, although only half past eight in the evening, I can' twait to get my head on the pillow. Sleep well.