Yep, slipped on the black ice. Took all the weight on my hands and shoulders, ripped my hands to shreds, our drive is a rough pebble concrete thing and is as steep as the North face of the Eiger. I landed on my bum and slid 2 metres to the bottom. My hands were well and truly shredded. Blood everywhere. I also have a large bruise on my bicep muscle for some inexplicable reason so I’m thinking I ruptured it cushioning the fall. Dented pride, a bit of blood and bruising, nothing much, life goes on.
Astrid has the packing taken from her ear on Wednesday, there is no smell, just surgical spirit from the packing, so we’re well happy. So far, so good. Something else to draw the line under, hopefully.
Before the photos, just to say, on a workaday basis I think Piers Morgan is a nob, however his arguments last night on American TV, against the gun lobby, was spot on. You can’t however, educate pork. It depends on two factors: firstly how many more American children need to die by the bullet before the American people say enough is enough and secondly, how stupidly duplicitous Americans are in their thinking. Guns kill. They are not designed for any other purpose. Anyway sod ’em, if they want to kill each other, I’ve no problem with that, just leave the kids alone.
I saw a quote today by some actor or other who said he’s never seen a really good film that didn’t have guns in. What an arse. He meant American film I presume. I can probably think of 50 really really good films that haven’t got guns in or the word “fuck”. None of them are American.
The squirrel in close up.
The cormorant in flight.
The residue from peat, like a scum on the surface where the floodwater meets the backed up water. It’s a bit of an optical illusion.