The saga of my foot continues . . . finally the other week I went to see a third quack. This one decided that, yes, there was definitely something wrong here. He actually gave me some pain killers/anti-inflamatory tablets and sent me off for an X-ray.
So by the end of the week it was decided that, yes, I had certainly fractured a metatarsal before Christmas and that it was "mending nicely". Well, that was until I tripped over a small child in class and went flying. So now it's not just my left foot that hurts (it had been feeling fine for most of last week) now my right shin hurts too! Certainly swollen and uncomfortable. Ah well, I guess I'll laugh about it all one day. Just not at the moment. The child is okay, just in case you were concerned.
We've been without the use of the kitchen for most of the past two weeks - we're currently unable to even enter it. To get to the back door we have to walk round the block and into the back garden to get to the washing machine. Okay, that's not exactly a problem for me as I don't actually know how to use it anyway. But there are things that I need to get to occasionally. So we are mostly eating takeaways and going out. It may sound grand but it's quite expensive! Tonight we'll be having an Indian from the Blue Naan (love these attempts at puns!). Tomorrow we'll be looking for an ale house that does a decent Sunday roast. It's a hard life I tell you. With the fridge and table and chairs in the back room and most of the kitchen under cover in the back garden, the cutlery
et al up on the third storey, it's all a bit much for my fragile mind to cope with.
I must admit that I'm finding it a bit stressful without the kitchen. I'm too used to spending most of the weekend in there. I usually work at the table and cook - especially Sunday. Not this weekend. These two pictures might show why. This was the state of play mid-week. The workmen have been busy and spent all day here today concreting a new floor. They won't be finished until the end of next week. Hopefully, we'll be back in by then. However, we've yet to put some dreaded Ikea cupboards in. And it's all got to be decorated. The builder himself is going to paint the (new) smooth ceilings which was what I was expecting to be doing this weekend (what with these feet?*). Actually, when he asked whether we wanted him to paint the ceilings for us, the question mark hadn't even appeared at the end of his sentence before we said yes! At least we'll never have to look at - or indeed, paint - those awful Artex ceilings ever again. Nor will I have to keep going to the DIY store to get GU10 50 watt bulbs that have a tendency to have blown ten minutes after you replaced tham at vast expense**. I've been assured that the new LED lights will last for ten years. With a guarantee that means that they have to replace the units if they go wrong in that time. Excellent.
Good news if you wander along to Sainsburys - they have this rather spiffing beer in their
Above Average Range or whatever they call it. It's called
Suffolk Gold which is actually a St Peter's beer. Obviously it's
Suffolk Gold and even has a lovely bottle much like their IPA ones (incidentally which you can only get from Waitrose. If you've got a Waitrose, of course We haven't). At £1.69 instead of about two quid for a bottle of St Peter's itself, it seems to be a bit of a bargain. And believe me, gentle reader I've done enough research just so you don't have to. Tastes great, so don't hesitate to get down there and buy some. It's supposed to go well with roast pork. Well, it'll be a while before I can find out whether that's true or not.
Summer seems a while away yet but around these parts the festivals are beginning to build up. Paul Weller is headlining at Latte-tude and we have a new Suffolk folk festival with Imagined Village, Bellowhead and Mike Heron (he of the ISB) as well as the Maverick Festival which I really must sort out tickets for.
All this and work too. Well, it's the weekend, let's not talk about that now.
* if it sounds familiar, it's from the first episode of Porridge
** not to mention the vast consumption of electrickery
6 comments:
Love the orange-and-cream tiles - very 1970s.
And the rubble-effect lino is nice, too. Very realistic. No, wait...
Mike
I can't see any change at all.
I think you'll find that's terracotta and beige, Martyn. Sorry Mike but I'm afraid the floor has moved on in its metamorphosis and is now a huge slab of concrete awaiting an electrician to lay some "underfloor heating" followed by some huge tiles. I've been assured that it will look "very nice" when it's finished.
Unlike our bank balance.
This is not actually unnecessary vanity as the floor had to be sorted out. Be careful of buying self-defrosting fridge-freezers is all I'll say on the matter . . .
Brendan, that's because at four o'clock in the morning after the sixth bottle of wine you can't see anything.
Heh Dave, what's the update on the kitchen? Out of curiosity, when was the last time that room was remodeled?
Hi Kent, good to hear from you. I was going to write an update on the very subject this evening. However, the BBC in their infinite wisdom put some excellent Irish music programmes on on the night AFTER St Patrick's Day. Still, the rugby was good yesterday even if it wasn't too good for the Irish.
Anyway,I'll post the interim photos tomorrow instead. It's the floor and ceilings that are getting remodelled; we're keeping the kitchen cupboards. After all, they've only been up for six years. The last ones were up for seventeen years - it seems churlish to change them yet.
We've just been informed that it'll be another two weeks before they refit the kitchen!
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