No. I haven’t disappeared off into hibernation. Even though winter has well and truly arrived.
No. I had an accident.
Yes, another one.
This time I managed to fall UP the stairs. ![]()
Smacking my hand firstly, on the metal banister, and secondly, on the wooden step.
Of course, the injured hand is my right hand. Because I am right-handed.
And, you know, I am REALLY right-handed. Not one of those souls who have the good fortune to have almost as much ability with one hand as the other. I definitely don’t fit into the ambidextrous category. My left hand, I would say, is just there to support my right hand. It is completely useless in any sort of solitary state.
In the past week, I have discovered, that my left hand cannot even master a small tick in a rather large box, that could be presented as legible.
It cannot stir soup without splashing the majority of the contents over the ceramic hob.
And it can only loosely operate a computer mouse when it’s guided directionally by my protruding tongue.
Fortunately, the doctor informed me yesterday, that I’ll have full use of my lovely hand again in four to six weeks. WHAT?????
Overnight I’ve figured out that my sentence will only take then, another two and a half weeks.
After all, I fell last Sunday, and it’s now Tuesday. That means I’ve already served around a week and a half. And no way, Jose am I suffering the full six-week stretch.
But even with my optimistic maths, in the next TWO weeks I have two birthday parties to organise (which includes baking and decorating cakes) and a wedding to fly to, with two suitcases and a three-year old to tend.
Shit.
But at least the two fingers and a thumb are now poking out of my bandage and have managed to type this article. With of course, some support from my afore-mentioned left hand. So it can’t all be bad.
How do you think they will cope with constructing a princess cake?
At this point the writer would like to thank her husband, and four children for all of their help with the washing, cooking, chopping, and general chores and looks forward to using your hands your assistance in the near future.







Oh FFS!
Wise abbreviations…
S’okay… it’ll give Con a taster of baby feeding
Do you think she’ll come back in my suitcase, and help me with the cakes????
Oh..so sorry to hear about your hand…doesn’t bode well for the trip does it. Take care!
Thanks. But don’t underestimate the power of determination…