What indeed? I went to bed happily as normal and slept well but have woken up this morning with such pain in the hip I broke last October that I can barely walk. It is my carer's day off but she kindly came round and made me a cup of tea and my breakfast, made my bed and brought me a flask of coffee as usual. I can't see any point in ringing the doctor - I think I must have slept awkwardly but whatever it is I am sure anyone I rang would say give it a day or two and see if it improves. I have now been up four hours and it is certainly no worse - maybe a little less painful. It is the first time I have had any pain in the hip I broke. So fingers crossed.
It is certainly Autumnal to say the least here today. Yesterday was pure blue sky and warm sunshine - today is mostly dark clouds and a sharp wind blowing. Nothing has happened to write about and head in the sand means I am not watching the News for a day or two - I find it too distressing and can do absolutely nothing about it. Hopefully something worth mentioning will occur. One thing is for sure - I shall not be doing my usual walk!
Now, mid afternoon, the sky has cleared to a clear blue again and the sun is out. Not particularly warm but a lovely day nevertheless. As the day wears on I certainly feel less under the weather and more mobile, so hopefully things are returning to normal. So it does look as though it is all to do with sleeping awkwardly.
Having now read A Farewell to Arms twice and made my presentation notes all ready for our meeting, I have started to read Bruce Chatwin's 'In Patagonia' - what an inspirational book. I do remember reading it at the time it was written and reading it with the world atlas spread out on my knee. I need it there again so am waiting for someone to come and get it out for me as I can't reach that far on my bookshelves. One of the good things about Chatwin's writing is that he writes very short chapters, each one about a different part of Patagonia and that really does make for east reading. I remember him well because of course he died of AIDS at the height of the epidemic - so sad as he was still only in his late forties. So many sad stories around that time.
My hip is much better this evening, so I am hopeful that I shall soon be walking every day again and back to normal. We shall see what tomorrow brings. See you then.