Monday, 21 September 2009

Still here. Just.

Both writing and life have been like wading through treacle lately. My brain injury medication is being adjusted and the side effects are hellish. It’s making my balance problems worse and I'm having loads of accidents - knocking shop displays over, banging my head, breaking things and this morning shutting my finger in a window. Add a nasty cold on top and my grumpiness has reached new heights. The Wicked Witch of the West has nothing on me - as the man who parked outside our house and decided to empty the rubbish from his car into our personal bin discovered. ;- )

Which is why I was so touched when the gardeners finally drafted in to clear our jungle (very out of place next to the perfect gardens of St Mary Mead) bought me a present. We’d been chatting during the day and they knew about the accident but it was still a lovely surprise when they presented me with a gift before they left - a potted red geranium, a splash of colour to cheer me up, they said.

Perhaps I should get them in to help me prune my chapter? It was 500 words under the competition limit. I edited it and I'm now 1000 words over! Ah well, will have to sit down and have a good look at it. Or send it to somebody less grumpy :-)

BTW I take it everybody participated in International Speak Like a Pirate day at the weekend? In case anybody missed it, here's something to get you in the mood...


6 comments:

Caroline Storer said...

Hope you're feeling better Lorraine! Sounds like that you have been through the mill recently. Congrats on finishing your HM&B Chapter. Like you I've gone over budget so to speak so I'll have to get the pruning shears out! Take care. Caroline x

Jackie Ashenden said...

Aren't those gardeners lovely? Very nice. Take care of yourself huh? And don't sweat the chapter!

Suzanne Jones said...

Hugs, Lorraine.

I know you'll get that chapter into shape and it will be fantastic.

XX

Lacey Devlin said...

Hello boys!

Can't go wrong with a picture of Orland and Depp.

You can't hear me but I'm cheering you on for attacking the rubbish guy. Hope you pelted him with it as he made his get away. Idiot!

Joanne Cleary said...

How sweet are those gardeners? I think I love them. Perhaps you could put one of them into your book as a tribute. Giving a lady flowers when she feels poorly is perfect hero material.

Until, of course, you tell me they were old enough to be your grandfather?!

Lorraine said...

Thanks Caroline, I'm just getting my pruning shears out.

Jackie - yes, the gardeners were lovely, it was nice to know I can't be coming across as the harpy I feel like!

Thanks Suzanne, well how could I give up with such lovely people behind me?

Lacey - as for 'rubbish guy' I did end up depositing it at his feet which is pretty extreme for a polite, middle class english girl :-) Except I can't describe myself as a girl anymore I suppose. Bah, getting old as well as grumpy!

Jo, unfortunately we're not talking about 'Desperate Housewives' material with the gardeners although I am managing the desperate bit! They did place it where I can see it from my chair inside, which I thought was very thoughtful of them.