Broken wrist

Broken wrist

Our weekend started well. We had Martin and the kids come to us In Whitby on Saturday after their music lessons, Lindsey being away. In the afternoon while Martin , Annette and Ellie went to see Lego Movie 2, Alex and I browsed Youtube. We  were looking at aviation related videos. This is now a major interest for Alex since he joined air cadets.

In the evening we had fish and chips before going with Alex to a music gala at the Pavilion leaving Martin and Ellen to relax in our flat. We have a convertible sofa so that Martin and family can stay overnight. Using this we can comfortably sleep 6. This is a facility we don’t advertise to holiday lessors.  At the Pavilion we found we had arrived half way through the first part as Alex was only called right at the end of the second. This participation took the form of paying in the Whitby big concert band. This was impressive as was the preceding jazz ensemble. The rest of the programme was solo acts, recitations, monologues and solo playing by young people who had been winners in earlier rounds.

On Sunday we went to Egton Bridge on the moors. This is a very old stone bridge over the Esk. It is only a few feet wide so would have only been suitable for small carts. It has long been superseded by a modern road bridge. I crossed and looked to take a photo of the others on the bridge. It was muddy between stones and wet. As I turned, I fell and instinctively put out my hand to break my fall.

Martin had to pull me up as I found the ground too slippery to rise myself. Although my wrist was painful and swelling we went on to Danby Moorlands Centre. Annette is entering work in a forthcoming exhibition and after checking in at the exhibition room we went to the café for lunch. We had been before and thought it excellent but the menu had changed, In line with the title of Woolly café many items are given a woolly name. Sheep are the livestock roaming the moors.

I went to Whitby hospital minor injuries on Monday morning to get the unwelcome news after X-ray that I had fractured the end of the lower arm bone. After explaining our situation as visitors I was given a temporary removable support and told to visit our local minor injuries. This I did and now have a plaster cast. This is my first time in plaster which is uncomfortable

I find it is surprisingly difficult to do things with one hand. The cast allows some finger movement so some things needing two hands I can manage. We are having to redesign my life. I find it infuriating difficult to do things like put on a jumper or cardigan. Annette has bought a jumper with a seamed sleeve which she has unpicked so it fits over the cast

Annette has fulfilled a long standing commitment to go on a demo in London with Alison and Frances. I was intending to go, just joining the “old crocks” part, but even that is impossible. This has forced me to do as much as possible with my good hand which fortunately is the uninjured right. She has left food convenient for one hand usage.

Although hideously inconvenient it could have been worse. My dread is another broken hip.  Poor balance is one of the residual effects of a stroke many years ago.  I find that nowadays, as I age, my balance is getting slightly worse. I try and take care; I am aware of difficult circumstances such as a sudden turn, but is all too easy to forget.

What’s the difference between a soprano and a terrorist?

You can negotiate with a terrorist

( bit hard in one type of singer, I would include the lot. )