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Date: 22 March 2008 18:18:41
Led astray by the thought of my son's sexual performance being graded, what I omitted to tell you on Thursday, dear reader, is that on my way out to the school meeting the previous night I had a mishap. Fingerless mittens are very useful when wanting to get out money and still have warm hands, but I have discovered that they can get caught on things - in this case, on the bit of brass below our doorlock that juts out and enables one to shut the door (there must be a name for this but The Grouch who tends to know these things is out swimming with Genius Brat).
So anyway, I caught my glove on this protuberance and someone managed to overbalance myself in such a way that I went flying headlong onto our front path, falling heavily on one knee which is now bruised, also wrenching my shoulder (though I have no idea how) and spiking my ring finger on a rose thorn - causing me to have gloomy thoughts about whether my tetanus jab was up to date, which I'm sure it isn't. My keys which I had been holding must have flown out of my hand and disappeared without trace amongst the shrubbery, as they were no longer in my possession.
I thereupon resolved to drive rather than walk to the meeting, (because my knee hurt too much to walk), and instructed hubby to hunt for keys while I took another set to drive with. When I returned, and having had my confusing conversation with the neighbour, I discovered that The Grouch had searched in vain for half an hour. He finally gave up and kicked a rose bush (as you do) whereupon the bush tinkled, and he very soon found the keys hanging from it. Which was to the great relief of all, as I had visions of having to change the lock because keys to it were hidden in the front border (though how a burglar who didn't even know they were there, would have found them, I have no idea. Unless he were a rose-kicking burglar).
Consequent to all this, I have been going round for the last three days unable to move my arm behind my back or over my shoulder, which makes everyday tasks such as getting dressed or going to the toilet exquisitely painful. In spite of this I managed to be interviewed on Premier Christian Radio on Thursday afternoon (well I didn't really need my arm for that), and organize a Passover seder for my church in the evening. This, my first time running it all, went very well and was a delightful time. With high doses of Ibuprofen, my arm has improved considerably and I even managed to wash my hair today. Which was a good excuse not to go swimming, and which means that I won't have manky hair when I preach at the Easter service tomorrow.
In spite of the pain, I have actually been enjoying Easter an exceptional amount this year. In my childhood it was something of an anti-climax compared to Christmas, until I started spending Easters at the Lutheran conference centre which was my second home in my late teens. Our annual seder at the Mennonites has made Easter more celebratory, but often it has taken place several days before Easter itself. Having it on Maundy Thursday this year, plus a well attended and moving service at the Mennonite Centre yesterday morning, and following The Passion on BBC TV, has meant a much greater sense of occasion; and breakfast together tomorrow before the Easter Sunday service will be the icing on the Danish pastry (I bought six of them as my breakfast contribution).