I’m home again – nothing much seems to have happened here, which is why half the plants in tubs and a lot of the jerusalem artichokes are wilted. Also, through no fault of Dave, no bricklaying has happened all week. Maybe later this week, the Sage is non-committal.
One evening, when we were having dinner with friends of Wink’s in a pub, another woman, Pip, came to join us for a drink and a chat and Wink mentioned my hip and the conversation turned to hip resurfacing. Another couple were leaving and came and joined in, to tell me that their daughter had her hip done a couple of years ago when she was 32 and it was a great success. Having such a problem at her young age was far worse for her than my old-woman osteoarthritis, and it’s transformed her life. Pip knows quite a lot about it too, and she gave very encouraging reports and likely prognosis – it seems that it could take over from hip replacements in relatively young people who have strong enough bones and last a very long time. I’ve said I’ll definitely go to the doctor and talk to him very soon. Maybe this week if I’m not too busy. Not tomorrow, certainly – Weeza is coming over to start preparations for the next sale catalogue and, as well, I’ve got the children in the morning. All three of them it’ll be, which will be amusing.
I had an email today which, after dealing with the matter we’d emailed each other about, welcomed me home. “It’s not the same without you”, it ended. I’m not at all sure how to take that. If it was a veiled dig, I’m actually rather impressed.