My alternative universe

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Describe your life in an alternate universe.

Dr Who would be real (what a character!). Scientists would have solved global warming. People would be kinder to each other. There would be enough food to feed the population of the world.

No one would be called a bleeding heart Liberal, because everyone would be. Things would unfortunately happen as normal, like death and taxes, but maybe they would be organised a bit better rather than taking from the poor to give to the rich.

There would be a hypocrite law, basically if you acted like a hypocrite you could be fined for deliberately gaslighting people. I guess there would still be freedom of speech but hate speech would be banned. In my alternative universe we would be in touch with good aliens who wanted to help us survive.

Life would be benign but not boring. And all animals would not be hunted or pushed into extinction. I’m a bit too much of a pessimist though to believe all this could happen.

(I sound like a Miss World contestant from the 1970’s!)

Cat doodling

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Don’t know why I did this? It’s a bit mad. Playing with Artrage app again. I’m a bit at a loss today. My legs are aching, my ankles are sore. I’m still sleeping on the armchair, can’t attempt steps yet. I’m on pain medication and tablets for an infection in my leg. I am just, blugh! Driving hubby round the bend, been driven mad in return. I know how to do things, but he’s trying to cook. Which has resulted in overcooked food and undercooked. So, looking at screens, looking at posts. I’d like to finish some paintings but I cannot push and pull the chair I rest my art stuff on. I will have to be patient!

Kitty

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Kitty likes curling up by the sofa. Right where I walk to get into the kitchen! He turns over and miaows at me when I approach him. Delighted that I’m saying hello. Then proceeds to get underfoot, as I walk slowly behind him. Sometimes he tries to rub against my ankles, which could be deadly to him as I’m still using crutches and am quite unbalanced. Then he jumps up on to the kitchen cupboard miaowing for a tasty treat or to run his head against my hands. He’s a lovely, medium sized cat. No malice, mainly living indoors although he does pop outside sometimes. His one trick is not to come when I whistle him. He used to, but when we got the bigger boy rescue cat it seemed like it learnt to come to me when I whistled, but my old friend has decided to come over when he wants not when I call him unless treats are involved.

About £60 each for three of us

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What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?

We went out for a lovely meal at a Japanese Restaurant called Miso in Stoke on Trent. There were three of us so we agreed to share the cost between us as it was a family outing. It’s actually mentioned in a Novel by a Richard Osman, one of his Thursday Murder club series.

We had sushi for starters, with Miso soup, then each of us had a different Bento box, including Duck with teriyaki sauce, and mackeral with black pepper sauce, salad, rice, and guyozo.

Finally we has pistachio ice cream with sesami seeds.

Drinks included iced tea, sake, and cold japanese lager. I think the cost crept up because we kept ordering sake and I also had a glass of peach wine. Very tasty.

We love the place, but they were being refurbished recently, I know it’s reopened but we haven’t had the chance to go back and I will have to be more careful about what I spend!

He was young once

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Old eye, still looks out. No one can remember it’s youth like I. He still has the sparkle, the strength, despite the depth of flesh. Sometimes gentle, sometimes proud. He reminds me of am ambassador, so aloof.

My hubby, old flesh, heart still beats gently. I’m still in love with him, even with his mad thoughts. If it was a previous age he would have been a warrior king. Not always right, but always strong.

Trying to work things out.

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The weekend before last was lovely, we went out with an art group and enjoyed visiting am old house. I walked round the grounds despite having a sore foot, it made climbing slopes difficult but I was OK.

When we got home the car door swung shut on my other leg. The wind had caught it and the corner of the door sliced into my calf muscle slightly, it bled but I put a dressing on it and it seemed OK.

THEN, I was walking upstairs a couple of days later, something seemed to snap in my bad foot. I rang the doctors and they said ring an ambulance. Which I did. They said it wasn’t broken and there was nothing to do but weight bear on my bad foot. Hubby even bought me crutches so I can hobble about. At that stage my other leg still seemed fine, I even got the paramedics to look at it. But over the last couple of days it’s started to weep. I don’t know what to do. Hubby says it looks a bit messy but I can’t see round the side. I will ring the doctors in the morning.

Life is strange. I’ve gone from being the carer to being cared for. Which means I can’t do things for myself like cooking and cleaning, but I have to give hubby instructions. I feel like my head will explode with frustration. I don’t know if the doctors can help. I can’t drive anywhere or even get out of the house down the step. Oh I’m fed up!