Wasn’t it something though, sumptuous and soft and bright and oh so quiet; a blanket of cool otherness that soothed the usually brittle, sourness of Cambridge and London so much so that people went out and played..not just once..oh no..for two, whole naughty days.
‘Are you going to work today darling..?
No..I err..I was thinking I might …umm.. you know…take the kids sledging.’
‘ (Thoughtful pause) But darling, we haven’t got any kids..’
(Silence in the hall but for a swinging front door…)
This was also the week I won two more blog awards! Yep. TWO! One awarded by the inspirational Tam ..she of Fleeing Muses and the other the irrepressible Miranda of The Times of Miranda! Thank you so much.
(Apparently my blog contains wit that ‘clinks like the ice in a gin and tonic’..this is very astute as my blood, according to my doctor, is at least 50 percent Bombay Sapphire… )
These awards have come at a very pertinent ‘cheer up the moody bint’ time. I had another hospital visit and the news was worse then I had thought. More cells dying, more structural damage, more sight loss. I had gone alone thinking it (being alone) would stop me weeping in public and it does usually work. I managed to keep my upper lip all the way through to the hospital exit where I had a sudden attack of the heaving sobs. The good thing about hospital exits is that EVERYONE is sobbing. There were so many of us gurgling and shaking that I blended in fine and was mostly back together by the time I got home.
I even managed to get the thriller into the Amazon Breakout Novel Competition on time (with thanks to the intelligent criticism and gut-sapping proof reading by my dear volunteer editor Matt) AND put in an MA application to one of the universities whilst also remembering to retrieve my passport from the secret sock in my knicker drawer and get prepped for Zambia.