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One problem with a large cat on the stairs is trying to get past him. He’s almost big enough to to fit across the whole width, so if he’s there in the morning I have to tread very gingerly. He’s one of those cats who are so self important they plonk themselves down, or stretch in the most inconvenient places, in a doorway, or by the armchairs so I have to sidle past him.
It’s a nuisance because I’m not very steady on my feet, life is like that, I wish we had nine lives like cats.
Well that was a waste of time!
I set out early and spent half an hour in a very hot car travelling about 1.5 miles. I had to walk quite a way due to no spare parking spaces.
I got in to the dentists and reported to reception, ‘your waiting area is upstairs’. Oh! About 20 steep steps, one handrail. If I got up I would struggle to get down. Parkinsons does not make things easy.
So I explained it was not possible. I didn’t want to fall. I asked if I could go in a downstairs consulting room. They tried their best and my dentist tried hard to see if they could fit me in later. But they didn’t ask me! In the end I stopped them. ‘why don’t you let me come back another day?’ they were relieved, I was relieved. Going back in a couple of weeks. The trip home? Another traffic jam. I’m home and hot and bothered with no treatment. I need a rest!
He greets me sometimes
with purrs
Mornings in the sun
Have a wash
Finding that comfy space
But sometimes?
He sleeps on a stair tread
Curled up happily
Danger to footsteps
I can avoid
But he’s too cute
To criticise!
Going downstairs?
Mind the cat!
Black on dark grey
Only a band of white
Saves me from standing on him
He sleeps on one side
Of a step
Leaving the other half
For my feet.
He doesn’t want to move
Only shifting
Reluctantly.
Each morning I get
safely downstairs
I feel relieved
This munchkin was curled up by my bookcase at the top of the stairs this morning. He’s a medium sized cat and just about fits, he was well asleep but one of the others ran past and disturbed him. He’s like a little guard, he follows me about and keeps an eye on me. The only problem is the risk of tripping up over him. The other boy cat sleeps on a step halfway up the stairs…. And it’s a good job he has white on him or I could go head over heels!
Don’t know how much blogging I can do at the moment. I just tried to walk upstairs and was almost at the top when something went snap in my foot. I got downstairs on my bottom. Waiting for an ambulance! Can’t wait bear. Stuck on a chair. Thank god hubby was here x
I just sorted something out, and I feel a bit happier. It was just a simple repair, but I needed a hammer to fix the stair carpet in place. Could I find the hammer? I’d put it in a “safe” place. So no. It was lost. Then I moved a bag with one of hubbys remote control cars in it and it was there. I found a tack and fastened the carpet back in place. The cat has been sharpening her claws and pulled it loose. Tomorrow? I’m going to buy more tacks!
Is a chair!
I have a real studio
Down at spode
Was going today
But I hurt my foot!
Going to paint
Going to draw,
But I turned my foot
On the floor.
To get to Spode
Means climbing stairs…
A really short walk
Not too far,
But my foot is sore..
So I’ll stare at my chair…
Feet up..
It’s still growing, she shouted…
He stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up.
Oh, it’s pushed the top off the jar!
She ran down the stairs….
What have you been feeding it? She asked him.
Just nutrients, he said.
As he spoke, the stems pulsed and coiled. Pink and red cells seemed to glow. Each second the plant or creature was getting larger. Then like a coiled spring toy, a slinky, it tumbled down the stairs…
Run she said. As trailing vines skittered across the floor… But he was rooted to the spot, a tendril found his ankle.
She ran and slammed the door behind her….
Have you ever broken a bone?
I’ve broken a few bones in my life. Luckily they mended.
I don’t know if I should give personal information out about my health, and yet I have shared before. So I will talk about something that happened more than thirty years ago.
I will talk about one injury which was very painful. I slipped on the top stair of a friends house and bumped down every single step on my bottom. Instead of sympathy all my friends just laughed! I realised I had hurt myself, so went to the accident unit at the hospital., in those days you could get checked over much more quickly.
After about four hours of standing up (I couldn’t sit) the doctor diagnosed a fractured coccyx (your tail bone). He said he wouldn’t xray the area, but that it would take six to eight weeks to get better. In the meantime I needed padding to support my weight, so I bought a blow up swimming ring. It was very strange going to work and sitting on a blue ring covered in goldfish. I got some smart and silly remarks from colleagues. But eventually I was OK…
Mallaband-Brown