Niece B came to see me yesterday.. to help me clear out my garage. I just love seeing young women driving cars… they exude confidence and B is no exception – she braved the Blackwall tunnel for the first time, driving Cady my old £600 green vauxhall astra (now hers)… this is a girl going places…
my garage contains several skip and street finds awaiting repair/upcycling. They have been there for many years. Finally, finally I am tacking these projects. I made B climb a steep, towering, ladder and remove a heavy box of fabric from the top of a wardrobe which she had to balance on her head (the box that is)… she likes carrying things on her head (she said). Footstools and small ottoman chests are going to be re-covered and painted. I just love fixing things. Even better if I can sell ’em afterwards. As long as it isn’t too challenging. Like this woven footstool (see before and after pics).
So it should be frustrating not to be able to fix/have control over the healing of my leg. All the info on the internet says that early mobility is key to a good recovery, but the surgeon is insistent, and has bound my leg in a v stiff cast, (for at least 2 weeks longer than I was expecting) to deliberately restrict movement. The osteopath I have been seeing says I’m very motivated, so I’ll be fine, and it’s true that I have taken responsibility to try and keep the rest of me in reasonable nick. I am the sort who anticipates just about everything and takes control… but a strange relaxation comes over me when I have absolutely no choice about something, and I have to give in. Jay is amazed how calm and cheerful I can be in an unavoidable traffic jam….