Good news: after my mishap with the wheelie bin there are no chips in either my tibia or fibula. My face is only a bit scabby now, and many of the abrasions are gone, or nearly so.
Less good news: The physiotherapist is wondering whether I have broken bones in my foot. I am currently encased in a compression bandage from toes to knee. Not stylish and, which affects me much more, too warm for my liking. Three of the toes poking out the end of the bandage are the attractive dark greenish grey of an approaching storm. A big storm. The bandage has reduced the swelling beneath my knee, so there is good news there too. The idea is to wait until next week and see the physio again before rushing off for more x-rays.
On the books front: A while ago, after I received these books as an unbirthday present from my nephew's wife, I said I would post a review when I had finished reading them. Which promptly escaped my mind.
I read 'The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove' first. It could probably best be described as a combination Sci-Fi, Fantasy, cosy murder mystery, romance novel. Sound confusing. Well it is. It gallops across the genres taking flying kicks at the accepted conventions (and a few other sacred cows along the way). So I giggled my way through it. Good literature, well no, but fun just the same.
I then moved onto 'A Dirty Job'. I found myself bookmarking my place and wandering off and picking up other books, not once, but several times. Not a good sign. I did (finally) finish it, but didn't like it nearly as much. Many of the same elements are present, so perhaps I just tried to read it too soon after the first. ( And I warm so much more to Terry Pratchett's take on Death.)
One of the books I am reading at the moment is completely different. It isn't a recent publication and I picked it up from a remainders table. 'A Midwife's Tale: The life of Martha Ballard, Based on Her Diary 1885-1812', by Laurel Thatcher Ulrich. Martha Ballard lived and worked in Maine in the USA. Ulrich intersperses excerpts from the diary with information she has gleaned from available historical records, including court reports, title deeds and other diaries. She then ties the information together to give a much more comprehensive picture of Martha Ballard's life, times and the society she lived in than I would have gleaned from her diary alone. It isn't easy reading, but I am finding it completely fascinating.
And to something different again. In July, while buying a present for a friend I fell in lust with a Brazilian Edelweisse and bought it for myself. When I first bought it, it looked a little like a badly baked donut. It has been sitting on the kitchen window, and how it has changed.
And there are more shoots coming from the base to come. It is one of the first things I focus on when I come into the kitchen to make my first cup of tea of the day, and I am really pleased that I weakened and bought it. I just noticed that it has come out even more today!