I am a bit pathetic this week but don't worry - I don't need sympathy!
I've had a slightly gritty sensation in my eye on and off for several weeks and on Monday my eye became rather bloodshot and watery. I've been to the doc who assures me that there is nothing seriously wrong so I'm just being quiet at home.
Except on Tuesday. Tuesday I squawked. The reason - I was preparing an avocado and I managed to stab myself in the hand. The blood flow was quite startling! Anyway I've sorted that and now have a suitably dramatic dressing on my left hand.
So with only one good hand and poor eyesight I was a bit limited as to how to spend my time. One of my great pleasures in life is audiobooks. A good book is great. A good book read by an excellent reader is my idea of bliss. So Wednesday I settled down to listen to a whodunit. What could possibly go wrong?
The fire alarm went off. After ten seconds it stopped. Two minutes later I got a repeat performance. Then two minutes later the same thing happened. After the twelfth repetition I rang for help which arrived a couple of hours later.
So today is truly wonderful. The house is quiet. My hand no longer hurts. My vision is still a bit iffy but my eyes don't hurt. And I can sit and listen to my book. Who knew silence could be so wonderful.