Things I have gathered this week that I could have done without:
- Large and splendid bruise on forearm caused by collision between book-trolley, step-ladder and book-shelves. Looking where one is going is always so useful on these occasions. Heigh ho.
- Bitten tongue. No, a real one. I was re-jigging my frontage while clambering into a bra that fits a little oddly, and somehow smacked myself in the chin.
- Oh, and I dropped a book on my toe.
- Also, my tomatoey lunch down the leg of my jeans.
Things I lost this week that I could have done with keeping:
- The battery on my iPod. It is doomed. It lasts about an hour tops. It also keeps pretending that it has no battery left and falling asleep. It is, admittedly, a first-generation thingie with actual buttons across the top, a black-and-grey screen, and only 20GB.
- My temper, numerous times. For no major and important reasons at all. I need a holiday very badly indeed. Oh good, I’m having one.
- Access to the university library, as I am no longer a student.
Things involving perspective, lessons in:
- The sister of a friend was diagnosed with cancer last week. And it’s already so far advanced it’s terminal, and agonising. Because she has reached her sixties without ever having a mammogram. This makes me just want to sit down and cry.
- One of my colleagues revealed she had a Big Nasty Chronic Incurable Degenerative Disorder. Why is it only the decent people get these?
- A friend of the family had a minor heart-attack. Luckily minor.
- And what, oh heavens, will you pour down on us next week? A rain of miniature dragons? Giant Mylodons roaming the streets of London, tearing the roofs off? Squadrons of winged pigs in full make-up crossing the Atlantic?