This is me…grumpy on the sofa. booooo urns.

Luckily, you cant the see detritus on the floor, I live on my own so the temptation to be extra untidy is immense…

I cant sleep again, its 5.30 am… Tomorrow is a national holiday here.. so i dont expect any visitors. But i think I might struggle up to he bar round the corner and medicate the old fashioned way… whiskey sours.

On saturday i’m gonna try to go back to work…its my own business so I am able to take time off. Cant let things slip. We have loads of new deliveries so maybe i can prop my leg up and do something. I’ve been able to do admin and send instructions over the internet and phone calls. We have a very important launch coming up and i have been directing the graphics and press releases, but i like to be on the shop floor too… hurumph.

Having to work in a different way has actually made me more efficient, there’s few distractions at home, and in fact have come up with lots of plans to improve the business.

This injury certainly focuses the mind.

ME and THE SOFA OF GRUMP

this is the heavy, uncomfortable and now slighty grubby first cast. Foot pointed down. In my case, this is on for a total of  18 days…

FIRST CAST 12 DAYS

I must look ridiculous… in fact i can see myself in the enormous vanity mirrors on the wall…crawling round the floors with a broom and a mop head…maybe i should hire a maid for a week or two… i could struggle down to the cafe while she cleans. Its only 5 flights.

Luckily my place is all open plan so I can crutch to the kitchen, place my bad leg on a chair, bending a the knee..and rustle up some food.

BUT

to get from there to the sofa or table to eat… i have to balance on one leg and place the plate on the (now shiny) floor. Then back on the crutches use them to slide the plate along the floor (this doesnt work for soup) over to the sofa, then lie down with my foot up.

HAH!

I have forgotten the fork, balls!

Oh well its a chicken and rice..and can eat that with my fingers, right?

Catching myself in the mirror again I have realised that I havent shaved since the op. I figure its a perfect time to grow a beard as no-one will see that awkward in betweeny phase. However, with a handful of rice and chicken,my face with a scruffy beard as well as being shirtless (its still warm in the evening here) and with a now grubby cast…

….i look a little like a hobo.

Hop along hobo.

I’m hiring a maid.

FM

PATTY… jumped into the breach to cover my work for a while…styling and selling… cheers.

PATTY