I called a friend of mine in Scotland today. Just to catch up. From the couch. And after telling her about the knee woes and the fact that the waiting list appears to be 18 weeks long for treament - that means November - she said "we should live closer" or words to that effect.
Why? Well, she raced out into the garden 2 weeks ago, as her dog was upending all her plants, slipped, met a tree, and broke her ankle. I tell you, South African women are tough. She dragged herself inside, and then drove to fetch her son with a broken ankle. So, after a few new casts on her leg over the past 2 weeks and a complete set of crutches, there she is, left leg, like me, elevated. On her couch. I should clearly be in Scotland on the other couch.
That makes Judith, Susie, me, Mary, and Cheryl. The count is rising. It is an epidemic.
If you are over 50, walk carefully. Do not chase dogs. Do not turn. Do not bowl cricket balls to children, or any other balls, for that matter. Do not wear slippers. Do not dance in your kitchen. Do not climb over rocks. Do not run on the beach. Do not spin round to try to catch naughty children in class. Do nothing at speed.
In fact, just get a blanket and go and lie on your couch. I will let you know when it is safe to move again.
PS: Is anyone else watching the Wimbledon final???? I am going grey, and my blood pressure must be stratospheric. I keep rushing in and out like a lunatic because I can't bear to watch and I also can't bear not to. I feel an email coming on to Mr Federer.