Convalescence

Have decided to spend Sunday in attempted recovery of small yet surprisingly (not really surprising as has been accumulating energy for a fit for some time) severe pinch in angry nerve between shoulder blades.


Yesterday, had beginning of entertaining venture into town, sensibly returned £49 pair of shoes which feared would make me fall over during walking activities as had found better and more stable pair for £40 anyhoo, and was only striken with sudden switchbutton-like stab in back whilst attempting to ascertain correct blue to match Cardiff Blues colours for certain scarf for certain Blues fan (what yarn? where? scarf? who? NARF!). Possibility of pending faint from pain caused me to set down shopping bag -- which, if we are to be perfectly honest did have 5 books inside, purchased for grand total of £1.25 at PDSA shop (hoorah! such a deal!) -- and do some quick breathing so as not to pass out and alarm nice yarn (wool) lady in Market. Gathered yarn (wool) and repaired self to Caffe Nero, as nearest place for sit-down and warm beverage; stood in absurdly long queue, unable to hold bags continuously; and finally snagged sofa next to upstairs window halfway through coffee when previous occupants left. Lovely view of Market Square.



Texted Sally (from office) and she and Sumiko met me in Caffe Nero. Foolishly made decision to have seconde obscenely large coffee out of 'social necessity' (v. v. foolish since had grande the first time and regular the second. C.N. puts two shots of espresso in each cup = dizziness), this only enhancing fear of fainting over next three hours, as had had no food. After caffeine consumption, talked them into going across Square to Earth from the Air exhibit. Are some new images since last saw it in London Dec. 2005, but I love looking at these images! Sorry for cutting off top of St. Margaret's Church -- as you can see, sky had cleared considerably by this point :)



After this, collected large piece of luggage from Jarrold's (Norwich department store -- luggage belongs to Intl. Office and was being repaired. It is needed to accompany me to Australia, therefore my collecting it.); luggage department is on third floor (fourth floor in US terms) and again felt threat of fainting as walked up stairs as was unable to locate lifts immediately. Notice tendency to breathe really quickly when feel faint and think this probably only compounds problems as could lead to hyperventilation and subsequent fainting, which is what one is trying to avoid in first place... hmm... a quandry. Lift fortunately located next luggage department for exit from store. Groped way back to correct bus stop (no mean feat itself for brain with no comprehension of bus organisation).


Debarked bus at shopping centre halfway home, where have noticed two intriguing charity shops previously (closed on Sundays) and managed to find bowl and grater to serve as utensils for later henna exercise. One of these shops also carries a mediocre selection of yarn (wool) which may come in handy in future.


Upon return home, managed to began work through quite a lot of laundry (not really out of the ordinary, but as am about to be gone for a month, it would not be civilised to return to stale bed linens), made self rice to help blood sugar return to normal and began henna activity. At approximately 11pm, result of five-hour herbal exertions pronounced 'radiant' by E. (not entirely sure if this was because camera allowed visual proof of glamourous appearance or that he was simply relieved by absence of plastic wrap around head punctuated by hair clips. This is no doubt what threw him off and allowed me to win at Yahoo dominoes. Do not fear, though; he recovered enough to beat me soundly and repeatedly at Yahoo WordRacer, which vexed me a great deal.). Am personally pleased with grey reduction in hair colour and except for ridiculous back spasm, feel like much younger person (ha). No doubt shall be forced to fight path through paparazzi on way to work until Friday departure.

Finally, lunar eclipse last night was spectacular! When the moon completely hidden and orange, it looked fake, like a malt ball suspended in the sky, or like those computer-generated comparisons of sizes in space so that we know how insignificant we all are in regards to 'life, the universe and everything'. My view was slightly different than E., B. and Co. as, as they so appropriately noted, I am 'in the middle of Norfolk nowhere' and there were also no clouds at all here :) Took some pictures of it, but it really just looks like a blurry moon in the sky and not like a maltball at all... see?


Am absol. convinced of kindred spirit relation with E.M. Delafield as writing style ext. similar to my own. Just this morning, have read terrifically amusing English-lady interpretation of American football game which was v. much like my account of first rugby game :) Wonder why if she wrote 40 books, there is only one title on the shelf at Waterstone's.