I mean it´s not enough that we all have to avoid each other with a wide berth and a prayer, especially if a nude face approaches. But personal injury, or sitting on the loo with diarrhoea all night don´t get a mention these days. It´s just not fair.
So I thought it appropriate to share some alternate medical news before we all die. Call it sentiment for the good old ailments that never become a topic of conversation anymore.
- Personal injury: Hubby decided to walk up our (marble) stairs while wearing a broken flip flop. Not a particularly brilliant idea, end result groin injury and a mottled blue hip.
- Me? Oh please don´t, well ok do. I spent most of the night sat on the loo, wave after wave of not being able to keep the cheeks together, with no clue if the last time was the last time. Generally it wasn´t. Cause unknown.
Ah yes, in the before times such unfortunate incidents were remembered with no dignity, yet also a subject of conversation to titter about. How pleasantly nostalgic that is.
Bear in mind that hubby´s affliction happened before my own and he wasn´t fit to drive…
So previous to falling into the abyss of “double reasons to stay at home,” myself. I took some time out from our never busy schedule and walked down to La Zenia Boulevard. It´s about three kilometres away but who´s counting. I had good reason, we needed some new printer cartridges, why don´t they just do black on it´s own anymore?
Anyway, I´ll walk you through the walk there:
Just round the corner from us is the “old village” of Orihuela costa. A lovely walk down what we call the “Wibbly Wobbly” no need to say the word “road” we all know those bends make life very difficult for cars to negotiate.
It´s certainly not a village in the traditional sense either, just beautiful fincas and villas on either side of nowhere. There´s the odd sideroad with enough room for another two or three properties, all dead ends like ours, it´s the valleys everywhere to thank for our peace and quiet.
There´s even a secret garden down there! A field surrounded by trees, full of pretty wild flowers, and most probably mozzies, snakes, red spiders, fire ants, but never mind it looks good.
Side note: It´s a sharp downhill all the way, great for toning abs and legs and not wearing a facemask. Shush.
The Wibbly Wobbly gradually descends and transforms into scattered foliage either side, not a villa in sight and eventually meets a main road, with La Zenia Boulevard not too far away. Can´t imagine living near the Boulevard, too much hustle, bustle, and traffic noise round there for us.
So to brighten your day, here´s some photos I took of the Wibbly Wobbly yonks ago.
Now you know where the name comes from.
Two days later I was stuck to the toilet seat, and hubby still can´t drive…