Here I am! Since I penned my last post, just before Christmas, my life, quite literally, has been turned upside down and inside out, leaving me in total disarray.
I hope the ‘girl wearing pearls’ has been conspicuous by her absence, maybe you thought she was lying in a darkened room recovering from all the excitement of publishing her book or, perhaps, hatching a plot as to how, The Adventures of a Girl Wearing Pearls, could be jet- propelled into the ‘best sellers lists’ – Alas no.
I need to explain, on Christmas day, my lovely Mike took the most terrible tumble- down some very unforgiving steps, which resulted in a smashed hip and a good dose of concussion.
Just like Humpty Dumpty all the King’s horses and all the King’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again. Salvation came in the form of the marvellous surgeons and nurses at the Universidad hospital in Malaga, who deftly put Humpty together, on New Year’s Eve no less!
Whilst Mike, alias Humpty Dumpty was lying prostrate in what were very alien surroundings, needless to say I had been rendered completely rudderless. Mercifully, help was at hand, in the form of our wonderful Spanish neighbours, without whom, I would not have survived and as a consequence, Mike would have found the going even tougher.
I was engulfed with love and kindness, which came in many different guises, the most notable being ferrying me too and from the hospital, every day for 10 days, leaving here at 8am and returning at 8pm – As you might imagine, I was in no fit state to drive myself. I am in awe of these kind people, many of whom have much to contend with in their lives, and owe them a massive debt of gratitude.
A big thank must also go to my amazing ‘telephone buddies’ who unfailingly called every day proffering love and support, albeit from afar. Distance knows no bounds in situations like these!
As the saying goes actions speak louder than words! And to prove the point, at long last, here I am with both action and words! We are now 60 days down the line and there is definitely a small chink of light at the end of this very long dark tunnel, such joy.
Mike is not quite the Dumpty that he was and is now able to take a few steps unaided, the days are drawing out and the sun is beginning to shine. Perhaps, we can now tentatively look forward with a song in our heart and a smile on our faces.
With this modicum of optimism ‘the girl wearing pearls’ may now be able to find a few peaceful moments to dust down her book and once again dream her dreams. I sincerely hope so!