The moment I turned my ankle in that hole in the drive I had flashbacks to the pink plaster cast... As I sat in Friday night A & E I planned how I would get from A to B with my dozen lever arch files, and which suit trouser I would sacrifice to the walking boot...
Fortunately, it wasn't broken this time, though it is the same jinxed ankle as before, and it does blinkin' hurt.
But more to the point, the reason I was stepping in that flipping hole in the drive in the first place was because we are finally taking tentative steps towards getting back into our home on a regular basis, as the building works draw to an excruciatingly slow close. Everything is covered in plaster dust and nothing is *quite* finished, but we've located and wiped down the kettle, the toaster, pulled out a few towels, plugged in the fridge and the washing machine and we're good to go. The camping stove on a tressel table should only be temporary....
The last time I sat and wrote a Pink Tape blog post in this house was the spring. Now I am sitting at our kitchen table (this is the first time we've had a kitchen big enough for a kitchen table!) looking out of a transformed view, watching and listening to a congregation of chiff chaffs that have taken up residence in our abandoned garden whilst we've been away. The garden is full of bindweed and builders rubbish, but there is blue sky and a light breeze in the greenery and lots of sunshine. I am feeling very blessed this morning.
That said, I am busy with trial prep so can't stop long to gaze absent-mindedly out of my lovely new window or spend long typing here.
I will quickly tell you that I'm organising an event on 22 November in London :
Panel discussion : Allegations of domestic abuse : are family courts working for children & families?
We've got a great line up but these events also depend upon a varied and engaged audience. Do spread the word and come if you can.