Achilles Blog 44 – 16.8.14. Battle scars

Driving back up to London after a lunch time (shod) Foot conference (see pic) at the Seven Stars in sunny Brighton with (beautiful and highly perceptive) niece H, Jay scared me half to death by bursting into a jig at the wheel in recognition of a 1980s No. 1 hit on Magic FM…. we had both seen a video of a baby’s mood changing as soon as his favourite song came on the car radio… but Jay hadn’t seen this most touching response to a song:

I hate feet on dashboards… hate it. Looks awful. It’s sloppy, disrespectful, and possibly dangerous. But with my ankle swelling towards the end of the day, there I was, praying that I didn’t end up with my leg being blasted into my face by the airbag. My very obliging scar had irritably made it clear that this was no time for closed-in shoes… and the last day or two experimenting with them was not welcome… lunging exercises with the newly scabbed scar almost had me in tears….shoes?… not so fast, young(?) lady. Once again, it crossed my mind how lucky I was to have a busted achilles tendon during the summer….

We also bade farewell to the Jay’s sister F this week, as she and husband M set off en famille (3 kids under 10) to a world of adventure…they will be making amazing memories for a whole year. Before they left, we visited the beautifully lit Tower of London and the red ceramic poppies pouring out of a window and into the moat in another dramatic commemoration of WWI. We told the children about the battlefields and what the poppies meant. I think this artwork may have had more of an impact than we realised, as niece M (aged 4) repeatedly asked how they made the red colour for the ceramic poppies… perhaps the bloodshed on the battlefields had so hit home for her, there could only be one source of the colour red. (see what she saw here:..

Brighton Conference


About aintwegotitmade

Who am I?.......well, I'm getting to that age where I have to think about that before I answer... My name is J, I'm married, and my husband and I live in the great city of London. I started this blog as an update to family and friends when I completely ruptured my Achilles tendon a few years ago (see The first post). I am so fortunate in every possible way...and in all honesty, I'm just using this blog to remind myself... Why is it called Ain't we got it made?: this is a line from one of my favourite songs (Sing Baby Sing - Have I got it made? Well - I've got a roof over my head, running water right into my house, a fully-stocked supermarket round the corner, free and readily available healthcare; and I live with my lovely husband in a great city, in a beautiful country, where I feel safe and secure.... I rest my case. Fact or opinion: I am not an expert on anything… but I can confirm that everything in this blog is either fact or opinion. I hope to post regularly, mostly about things I find uplifting, positive, amusing, optimistic, important..or perhaps just about regular daily life...but I won't bother you too much. Thanks for stopping by... jx
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