Sunday, 26 February 2012

the air almost turned blue

I managed to drop the lid of a large, oval Le Creuset casserole onto my left foot yesterday just as Granny was coming through the door to watch the rugby.

This was precisely three hours before we due to go out for an evening of much anticipated revelry and dancing.

I managed not to cry.

I managed not to swear too badly.

I found the injury peas in the freezer.

I remembered where I put the arnica.

I took some paracetomol and ibuprofen and drank several cups of hot, sweet tea.

We went revelrying and dancing.

It's a nasty colour today and I'm having to stop myself googling 'broken toe', 'possible gangrene', 'amputation'.  It doesn't hurt in the way I was expecting.  It feels numb and if I look at it I feel queasy.  I can move it back and forth but it's a rather scary shade of red and the rest of my foot is turning slightly blue.  Thank goodness I didn't drop it on anyone else's foot.  Those things hurt.

I might have to go back to walking and cycling.


Wednesday, 22 February 2012

got to go's the telly that's got to go.  Jane pointed out that my list was rather long for 40 days and 40 nights.  I agree.  I've spent the last couple of hours looking at my scribbly lists and it's perfectly clear that what I need is to make a little more time if only to sort out my lists. 

I've posted about  my lifelong addiction to telly before.  It's not a good thing.  I'm full of admiration (and secret scorn if I'm honest) for people who don't watch telly 'apart from the nature programmes'.  I don't know whether it's the lure of the sofa or the flickering light or the ritual of sitting in front of a cosy fire but, here goes:

My name is projectforty and I'm a telly addict.

There, I've said it.

Now, what?

Just switch it off and go and do something less boring instead - if you remember that - then you're as old as me.  I never understood the logic of a telly programme telling you to switch it off and go and do something else but then, I suppose, a lot of telly is like that.

Telly programmes about cooking, DIY, superscrimping, renovations, baking, gardening - all of which we watch at the expense of actually getting on and doing some of the things we would enjoy if we weren't parked in front of the telly watching some telegenic show off doing it. telly diet.

- no reality (telly that is)
- delete the series recording of TOWIE
- DVD boxed sets allowed but only one episode a time
- likewise previously recorded series of Spooks, The Killing and various BBC4 art programmes

I don't watch telly during the day but I pledge to avoid the sitting room until at least 9pm so that I don't flop on the sofa and stare blankly at the flicker until it's time to read my book for 30 seconds before falling asleep.

Wish me luck.

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

should, ought, might....

Things I should do for Lent:

give up watching television
I managed a whole week on holiday without seeing a screen.  Since our return I've been basking in the orange glow of TOWIE and the hilariousness of the Big Bang Theory
give up cheese
I managed a whole week on holiday without slicing bits of cheese whilst cooking and popping them into my mouth.  Since our return, I found a BOGOF offer and re-started this destructive habit.
keep running and stop blogging about it
start gardening.  I can feel garden and allotment duties looming.  I need to get out there before it all starts growing in this unseasonably warm weather.  
keep crafting
I'm working and studying too much to find any time to make stuff.  Alarming.
make more risotto
Everyone else in the house dislikes it and groans when I threaten to make my favourite ricey dish.
defrost the fridge
There is an emanation of pong and it's a tricky one.  Not too awful but distinctive.
keep reading
I haven't read a bad book this year, I even managed Julian Barnes with good grace.  'Pigeon English' (Stephen Kelman) was good and 'Pure' (Andrew Miller) was fantastic.  I've also discovered the OUP's Short Introduction series and devoured the Philosophy edition.  Next on the list is Art Theory.  
Might need some of that.

What are you giving up/taking up for Lent?

Monday, 6 February 2012

in the loop

Yes, I'm sorry, another post that starts with my running exploits.  I ran for a total of 46 minutes yesterday as I trugged around a loop that starts in our village, passes through two other villages and winds its way back to my front door.

I took myself off at about half four, the first time I've run in the afternoon since I started.  It was very difficult to get going and I felt about three stone heavier.  I think this must be to do with several cups of tea and coffee sloshing around and about.  I don't know.  It took me a long time to feel comfortable but I did it and I enjoyed it.  I wonder how long it is going to take me to accept that I enjoy running.  So far, I haven't once resisted.  I just get my trackies on (and other stuff, obviously) and pop in those earphones for a little jogging moment or two.

My running month has taught me that there really is pleasure in small things.  Every time I go a little farther (I don't seem to go any faster), I get, as Phil Daniels said in Parklife, an enormous sense of well-being.