Usually by this time I´ve already been
to Scotland but this year instead of putting it off indefinitely I decided to compromise and go in November
instead. I hoped that by that time I´d finally have had the source
of my headaches diagnosed and successfully treated. At least the
first of these assumptions has proved true. To cut a very long and
boring story short my problem is caused by a dislocated atlas bone.
That´s the aptly named bone which holds the skull in place. The
treatment is complicated so I won´t go into that right now, but
considering the fact that I couldn´t get a consultation with – yet
another! - specialist until the end of November, I may still have to
stock up with painkillers before my trip. At least, after a year of
agony, now that I finally have a diagnosis I feel a lot more
optimistic than I did before. With any luck I may even feel up to
designing again once I feel better.
And, talking of compromises....by sheer
coincidence, after a week of rain, I was again checking up on my
strange “
white”
rose bush when I was astounded to see THIS!
It looks very much as if one of the
little gardeners has decided to compromise by painting the Red
Queen´s roses pink! But there´s apparently no pleasing Her
Ferocious Majesty. At least the usual culprit is off the hook...
It´s such a pretty colour too as you
can see from the close up.
Poor Dora is already starting to get
cabin fever. As I mentioned earlier it´s been raining a lot here
recently which means she can´t stay in her beloved garden after I
bring her back soaking wet from her daily walks. She´s smart enough
to realise that if it´s raining at the front of the house it´s
raining at the back too so she just settles down with a sigh and a
hard-done-by glance at me. She knows quite well that I can do
absolutely ANYTHING including causing a downpour. Such faith....and
so misguided, not to say unfair! At least she´s willing to make a
compromise. She knows I won´t let her out on her own if it´s chilly
and if the grass is still wet as she´ll only roll about in it and
probably catch her death of cold. So she´s perfectly happy to take
me with her to play for half an hour or so until one or other of us –
always me – gets fed up and wants to go indoors again. If I´m
really lucky I´ll even get to play with the ball as well especially
as she usually decides on two of them but I´m afraid my role is
usually as a spectator while she does this...
I call this trick How To Demolish Two
Balls With One Nose. Clever, isn´t it? No prizes for guessing what
Dora´s getting for Christmas!
