Thursday 2 December Feeling confined in her snow-muffled flat, Ma takes a walk up her front path to take the morning air. As she returns a cat jumps over the wall and startles her. She slips on the icy path and lands heavily on her shoulder. When her injury doesn’t spontaneously heal, she eventually gives in and calls her local GP surgery. In the evening a GP visits and summons an ambulance ‘sooner rather than later’. Around 10.30 pm Ma is admitted to her local hospital. X-rays suggest she has a fractured scapula which will require emergency surgery. She is put on a nil by mouth regime that night and transferred to a larger hospital for an emergency operation. However, she’s picked a busy period for her accident so the operation doesn’t take place. Saturday 4 December The operation is rescheduled for this morning, so Ma’s had a second night of nil by mouth. A CT scan shows that Ma’s humerus is broken in four places. Despite her obviously smashed-up arm, which is in a sling and...
Christine Stovell, author and freelance writer, on living and writing in West Wales
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Lovely Sunset, Chris.
Thank you for sharing!
This Wednesday of mine has been pretty staccato. I am happy to report that the staff and I at the shop managed to have our instruments in tune for most of the challenges.
Sleeping later than usual tomorrow on a day off. That's a different pace altogether. xo
And where anyway do they fly by to? If you look up from your work more often than once a year you will see them flying by your window every day.
At least that's how it seems to me. But where do they go? And why? It is almost as though they are commuting which you could understand if it really was a case of another hard day raiding the farmer's pea field. But it isn't.
Word verification: didsit (which is what I need to do in front of my laptop when I get home.
I cannot believe it's April, nearly Easter. I think I missed the whole of the last year!
Strange you have posted this when I have been thinking about rooks and seeing them a lot as I drive up and down our lanes at the moment. They're busy collecting sticks, I presume to make their nests.
xx