Today I am extremely antsy and this confinement to upstairs is beginning to drive me stir-crazy. That is why D awoke from a nap on the sofa to find that I had managed, with my stick, to hobble downstairs with an empty mug in my hand. Yes it hurt, and yes I got a well-deserved telling-off, but I resent the world continuing to awake from winter and become beautiful again when I’m not able to witness it! (I snuck a look out of the kitchen window; my orange Primulas in particular are looking incredible).

I got payback for being so naughty on attempting to climb back up the stairs; my right leg is dragging painfully, as though there is a training weight or similar strapped to the ankle.

So, for me, this post from Angela Shella was very timely. It reminded me that even healing takes discipline, and that my stubborness could – in this case – cause me harm. Angela, by the way, is not only a wise lady and somebody that I consider to be a friend, but she is a phenomenal jazz singer. She has a couple of tracks from her album up on her blog, and they are very much worth listening to.

No more attempting the stairs for me, for at least another few days. It’s so tempting though, as I still have enough vegetables to make more Piccalilli.

Upstairs of course, I have my laptop, my Kindle (now including the latest book by Marc Schuster – a must-read), a DVD of How To Train Your Dragon from my sister, who saw photographs of my poor feet and thought I’d enjoy the film while I’m stuck in bed with them propped on pillows, Leverage Season Three that a friend sent me some time back and which I’ve still not got around to watching and enough sewing to come up with another Needlework Days post fairly soon.

Most importantly, a friend has reminded me of a valuable fact. I must strive to be patient while my injured legs heal and my body does its work in that regard. Thank you, Angela.