Ah, ’tis the season. Thanksgiving beckons, Christmas around the corner, Britain’s first snow on the ground andhacks reprising Chaplinesque pratfalls on slippery pavements.
If this blog’s posts read a little slowly for the next month or so, it’s because a broken humerus means I can’t write very fast. Any trophy wives out there with a Master’s in mothering; I’m hiring.
And yes, it is my casting arm.
So the bon mots will be petit to boot for a while but we soldier on. Found this great site for ambient background noise while-u-work yesterday and as there’s a river included, I just had to pass the goodness on.
If any of you have come back from breaks in your casting arm, meanwhile, all advice/encouragement will be gratefully received in this parish. I’m back in hospital tomorrow for the orthapaedic verdict and, in all probability, a small op to reset my arm. Trying hard not whimper like a small child right now.