annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Door v Nose At risk of sounding like a soap opera, I have to report walking at speed into an invisible reinforced glass door. Really hard, nose first. Stumbled about in a daze, with blood all over my face, wiped it off in supermarket toilet and blundered off to art class. Where I got the mega-shakes and had to go home. Tomorrow was going to be the day I went round the estate agents, with a view to impressing upon them my desirability as a tenant. My nose is still swelling - it's arrived at the point where I want to take my glasses off, but then I can't see. One of my front teeth is loose. I look like I've been in a fight. "Excuse the face - I walked into a door." Yeah, right. Never heard that before - Roddy Doyle wrote "The Woman Who Walked into Doors" about that very lie. There'll be a link if the page opens before I finish - got to get these glasses off. [It didn't.] So I'm not going round the agents tomorrow - which may be a good thing - I have been advised to leave it till later in October, but I want to DO something towards moving. Maybe I'll do some stuff in the garden - check out which plants I can take cuttings from now, dig up bits of the perennials. On the plus side, dear NurseyBoy M came home from abroad and brought me a ten-pack of duty free baccy, at thirty per cent of the UK price, which he dropped off in passing. Yay for M. Can't deny my spirits are a bit crushed, but I've had a big cry and tomorrow is another day. Laters x 10:03 p.m. - 04.10.11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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