i had grand plans today to spend a little quality time with Miss Ethel
and then to pop on over here so i may tell about my lovely saturday morning.
but alas as per usual, my plans have been thwarted.
yes indeedy,
Thwarted with a capital 'T'
i am without doubt, you just sucked in your breath and let it go slowly,
your clans within your own nests turning to enquire as to what could have caused such a sharp intake of breath.
to which you reply
"must be big, must be something going down in mossy shed, for Tif has not only used the word thwarted but she has capitalized it!"
yes indeed dearest readers, a sharp intake of breath
and slight faintness at my capital 'T' did not go amiss in mossy shed.
let me enlighten you to the fact
i have been thwarted in my plans to stitch up a storm with Miss Ethel,
by a broken right thumb...
before you perhaps become too distraught on my behalf,
i must tell you, the thumb in question does not belong to moi.
the thumb that has thwarted my studio time
belongs to none other than Our #4.
the terrible mishap to befall his thumb happened late last night,
in the dark,
playing soccer in the back yard,
as boys are apt to do on long summer evenings.
earlier today he mentioned that perhaps his thumb was not behaving as it should.
on close inspection i felt a little queasy and i must confess a little guilty.
a trip to the doctors confirmed his thumb will be out of action for quite some time
i have rustled around in the kitchen drawer for my florence nightingale hat,
which is quite good really as i have had no chance to wash my hair
and voila! i now have the perfect disguise for my lanky locks.
i think right there, we can see every cloud does indeed have a silver lining.
and as if that silver lining were not enough to make me get over my thwarted 'fling' with Miss Ethel, i have another to think about...
all the waiting in various waiting rooms
which will continue tomorrow when we see the specialist
and not to mention
the sitting by his side in my florence hat making well meaning conversation,
fetching and carrying when needed
means i get to spend quality time with Mr Hook.
of course, as i tippity tap all my positive silver linings to what is quite a crappity crap turn of events for Our #4
a thought has suddenly dawned on me.
how on earth in the coming weeks, will he be able to keep his toenails squeaky clean with his newly found bookmark cleaning skills when his 'doing hand' is out of action?
she is off to study the small print in her florence nightingale contract ~ Tif
