Not much to say today but I thought I'd string a few lines together for the sake of a new headline.
Shouldergate continues, here we are in Week 6. It's still a bit sore, if truth be told, but I'm hoping it'll be better next week. My orthopaedic specialist - a man so hot, ladies, that another surgeon once said of him that when he walked along the hospital corridor he was accompanied by a light, thumping sound, the noise being made by young nurses fainting in his wake - says it'll be a good three months before it's better. Those of you who know me are aware that patience is just a card game to me. The experience is tempered somewhat by having an outrageously good looking man in a white coat caring about my poor, broken wing.........
Average day at work, my only day of full duties this week as I was covering for a colleague. 4 hours of light duties and then nothing on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. What to do, what to do..............
In other news, I am delighted to report that I called the local constabulary last night at 23.30 - on a school night, readers - to get the nasty little backpackers across the road to shut the fuck up. Within 10 minutes their drunken outdoor singing had been silenced and I watched through the Venetian blinds ( a la Dot Cotton and her nets) as they climbed back through their kitchen window to continue the party inside. They climbed through their window!!!! These people are too lazy to use a door. It like was watching a litter of skanky kittens stumbling though a giant catflap. I will do it every time they have the audacity to disturb my sleep. I am officially an old lady and I love it. It's a good job we have such stringent gun laws here, I tell you, otherwise I'd have been taking potshots at them for fun.
In other news - I have three books on the go at the moment.
The Well by Elizabeth Jolley - the tale of an elderly spinster living on her property with a young orphaned girl. I really like the style of her writing. I'll let you know how I get on.
The Very Best of Linda Smith - given to me by my favourite relative. Linda Smith was an amazing comedian whose life was sadly cut short at the age of 48 due to ovarian cancer. I've laughed out loud several times but I find myself feeling sad knowing that she's dead. A real loss. Female comedians are too thin on the ground. We need more funny women.
Born on a Blue Day by Daniel Tammet. This is the true story of a man with Savant Syndrome. I've seen him on a TV documentary but I'm looking forward to finding out more about him.
So, if nothing else I have plenty of reading to keep me occupied during Shouldergate.
If anyone else is reading anything amazing, please let us all know.