Happy New Year to you and yours, I hope you’ve all had a lovely Christmas and that 2013 brings you health, happiness and plenty of yarn.
Here in Peckham, we’ve had a great time with friends and family; eaten too much, drunk too much, watched Christmas movies, had boardgame contests, celebrated a couple of birthdays and distributed the Christmas knitted gifts (which were ALL finished on time. Except for my brother’s jumper but I’m working on it so we’re skipping past that little hiccup).
However, 2013 has decided to take me back to the Fourteenth Century by giving me the gift of plague; I have developed the most ungodly horror of an infection on my leg. As well as looking utterly vile with an impressive range of bubonic pustules, it hurts like hell. My ankle has swollen to twice its usual size and when I stand there is a burning, stinging sensation, as though someone is pouring scalding hot water onto my leg. Fortunately, keeping it horizontal on the sofa or table seems to stop this, although every time I shuffle to the kitchen I unleash a stream of obscenities, as what feels like a dozen bee stings fire up my leg.
I saw the doctor yesterday and I’m armed with antibiotics, I’m just waiting for them to kick in. Her best guess is that it’s some kind of allergic reaction, although god only knows to what.
Anyway, as you can see, I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself. Today, I was supposed to be going for a haircut and then on to John Lewis to see what was left in their yarn sale, but alas, the plague has rather spoilt my plans. Given the current size of my stash, it’s probably just as well and, on the bright side, there are worse things to be doing than watching the last episode of Homeland and a lot of knitting. And at least my brother should be getting that cardigan before too long. Hmm, given the circumstances, maybe it’s Black Death I should be watching…