It's been a week of limping progress. Literally. Should a man my age be playing five-a-side football? The unanimous view of those who know me well enough to be unflinchingly frank is a scornful negative. Feel free to offer your own compassionate, caring and courteously concerned opinion. Last Friday I discovered I have a gastrocnemius – that's the long muscle in the calf that deals with stopping and acceleration. I stopped, accelerated and then 'ping', had to stop! been slow and sore ever since!
The positive and friendly doctor I saw the following day told me I was very fit for my age. That the injury was an impact injury. Could happen to anyone. Even David Beckham. This final consolatory comparison was mentioned to Stuart, who now refers to my wife's middle name as Posh! Personally, I think the comparison with Beckham bears some credibility – after all we both had to put ice packs on our leg….but in fairness, I struggle to find a more compelling comparison, because I ain't rich!!
However it is on the mend, slowly and will need regular stretching exercises for a while. Meanwhile my leg is technicolour, purple, red and yellow hues, impressive as an impressionist landscape in various blurred hues.
Not to worry. yesterday I ate my first punnet of Victoria Plums. And I easily walked the length of the high street to buy them – and as they make such a brief appearance on the shelves, I bought some for other devotees of this most wonderful autumn food. There is an entirely neglected sacrament of friendship in buying your favourite food and sharing it with others. The trick is to buy enough to indulge yourself as well. Actually, on further consideration, the purple red and yellow of the plum is vaguely familiar to the purple red and yellow hues of…….see above 🙂
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