It is not unusual for my health to dominate my thinking but at the moment it is with positive thoughts. My GP was away recently and normally I don’t bother seeing anyone else – I just wait till he’s back. It is so much easier than trying to explain my case history to someone new who only has a five minute slot for the whole consultation. But on this occasion I saw another member of the practice. He suggested a referral to the stroke rehabilitation physiotherapists at Clatterbridge (even though I haven’t had a stroke). It turned out to be an excellent idea. Laura, the physiotherapist I saw, was most helpful and understanding. Neurological consultants are concerned about finding a cause, measuring the progress of the deterioration and finding a solution – and have only been successful at the middle one. This charming neurological physiotherapist was concerned with the impact that my disability has upon my lifestyle and with finding ways of lessening that impact by tips and tricks and exercises. I was most impressed.
More Reading but Nothing Serious
Edwards St Aubyn “Never Mind” (1992). When I read ‘Lost for Words’ I thought I’d found a new author whose works I would love and I looked forward to working my way through his complete works. He has a series of novels about Patrick Melrose so I chose this, the first one. One review describes it as ‘epic, intimate, appalling and comic’. I know the critic was using appalling in the sense of nightmarish or harrowing but I think the use of it in the sense of ‘awful’, Not for me. A mere five out of ten.
I have read a few more cosy crime books recently, including some by new authors. Michael Pearce’s ‘A Dead Man in Malta’ (2010) was enjoyable and ranked about 7 out of 10, bearing in mind it was never meant to be anything more than a fun read.
Ann Purser’s ‘Tragedy at Two’ (2009) had a slightly darker side, raising, as it did, the thorny issue of gipsies and their effect on a settled village community. Or the effect of a settled village community on a Romany encampment, depending upon your viewpoint!
Ann Granger “Testimony of the Hanged Man” (2014). The latest in the series involving Inspector Ben Ross and his wife Lizzie, investigating crimes in Victorian England. Fun cosy crime.
Susanna Gregory “Death of a Scholar” (2014). The twentieth chronicle of Matthew Bartholomew, set in 14th century Cambridge. Amusing cosy crime and keeps me up-to-date with the whole series.
Claude Izner “The Pere-Lachaise Mystery” (2007). I mentioned the first in this series recently. I have now gone on to read this one, the second in the series, and then “The Montmartre Investigation” (2008) and “The Marais Assassin” (2009)
Garth Christian (Ed.) "A Victorian Poacher; James Hawker’s Journal" (1961) The story of a Victorian poacher who spent his life dodging fines and worse as he took hares and rabbits and game-birds from the rich estates to feed himself and other poor. In those days if a man stole a sheep he got 14 years transportation. A pheasant would cost him the same. Not the best read of its kind but interesting nonetheless.
Ponytail and glazed expression
It is a while since I showed a picture of myself so I thought I would treat you to two today – back view with my controversial ponytail and front view with a glazed expression (but perhaps that is usual).
I have had a few walks from home into Heswall recently. Sometimes I have walked back as well. Walking back is a lot easier because it is mostly downhill. At other times my bus pass has come in useful. The first time I walked it I was shattered and my breathing was bad. It took me 45 minutes. I can now do it with little more than an ache in my arthritic hip and perhaps a slight tug on another muscle or two. My time is down to 25 minutes. That is assuming I don’t keep stopping to take photos which I have done on a few occasions.
It’s a lovely time of year for walking.
I usually end up in Avanti – my favourite coffee shop. Aroma in Irby has nicer coffee but is too noisy and we rarely go there now. And sadly Linghams coffee shop has become ‘Toast’ which has different staff from the old days and little variety - the name Toast just about sums it up.
Would you like to join me for a cappuccino?