The case of the missing shorts

When I left in a hurry the other day after the accident, I had put a pair of my shorts to be washed in my friends washing machine. After I got back here and was reunited with my case items, I realised the shorts were missing, but the fact that I had left them in the machine was silently forgotten. But yesterday that fact returned to me. So I mentioned to my friends, could they take a look for them, they were old but very suitable, for the thigh high slit to make them fit over my famous cage. No joy. Then later on, one of them said, I found them, they werewearing them! We are of a very similar build.

The person who lives in this place is going to be a bit surprised when they come back in September. It will not  look much different and  we hope to remove all Robbie’s fur that’s rolling around like those weeds in old Western films. But I have had to subtlety move lots of things so I can reach others and so on. Of course small movements of things won’t register when I go, so I might not put everything back in their proper place.The big effort of the day is getting up. It takes thirty minutes from getting out of bed, to sitting down eating my breakfast. I gradually work my way to the balcony which is where I have breakfast. Bathroom, shower and toilet. Kitchen make breakfast. Living area, take medication and manhandle things to the balcony in the Tote bag. I am fine tuning how I do things, and where to put things. I have the flask today for the coffee which is easier than moving a cup from one flat surface to another. It has its own cup and has given me several nice cups of coffee without going back and forth. When I opened the window this morning the cat was on the balcony.

When I am stumbling around the house, I find a lot of frustration with inanimate objects. Everything seems to conspire against me,  things fall and you can’t reach them, some things move without being asked to,  soap slides off the basin onto the floor, leaving a treacherous  slippery trail for me to slip on. I often vent abuse, mostly non swear words when these things happen. I have apologised in advance to my neighbours. But help is at hand. The crutches are actually really good at moving things around, as long as you are sensible and only use them when you are sitting down. I am glad I have them and not  a zimmer frame, over here they call it “P” as it looks like the Greek Pi symbol. 

Last night there was a Greek dancing night in the square, it sounded very loud when we had our dinner. But when I went to bed, with the fan and my usual audiobook on, it did not trouble me. But I woke early in the morning again and it took a while to drop off. I have several visitors who are planning to come and see me from Serifos, and one of my Sifnos friends who is in the UK returns Tuesday. Which Ronnie and the other friend will be looking forward to ( and me of course!). There was a comedy moment this morning when I put my shorts on, or rather tried to. I had cut the slit last night but they would not fit! Aha, I cut the slit on the wrong side.


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