Sorry it’s been a good few weeks since I’ve posted anything; no particular
reason, just one of those phases when I’m not “feeling it” when it comes to
writing - another temporary block perhaps. And life, of course, puts other things in
front of us, not that any of mine have been very interesting lately.
Today was a little out of the ordinary, though!
I expected to be spending it drawing dragons for a new book, and if that
sounds like a lovely way to spend time, I can confirm that indeed it is. I love drawing and I love dragons. I didn’t expect instead for Mr SDS to come
home very early with blood all over his face.
Apart from numerous cuts and a swelling under his eye which
looks like someone’s slashed it open and stuck an avocado stone under it, he’s
okay - nothing got broken and he didn’t pass out after he smacked the gravel full
pelt when he tripped and fell directly onto his cheek. My dragons
went on the backburner (probably quite appropriately) and I took Mr SDS to
A&E. His face was a bloody mess.
The NHS is wonderful.
I can't bear the thought that we could ever lose it; I’d happily pay more in NI,
tax or whatever was needed to help keep it. And of all the things that could warrant a trip to A&E, something
everyone surely dreads, it really wasn’t so bad.
Waiting in there for three and a half hours wasn’t so bad either,
if you can find your own amusement. It
seems we were in stellar company, for among
the names being called out there was a Tony Curtis, a James Dean and an Alesha Dixon. What are the chances? Of course none of them looked like their
namesakes but I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be
in some kind of surreal Celebrity A&E Waiting Room.
“I’ll have to mention this in a blog post,” I said. And so....... !
Take care, everyone.
“I’ll have to mention this in a blog post,” I said. And so....... !
Take care, everyone.
