Yesterday morning before ten o'clock, two unusual things happened. One, I found myself salivating over a uTube link my daughter had posted on Facebook. It was a clip of the new ad for H&M's David Beckham underwear. And yes, it was DB himself modelling. It made me feel like an eighteen year old again and I would never have guessed that DB could do that to me. I'm more a Bruce Willis type, wouldn't know what to do with a head of hair...
The second thing was I went for a sports massage (still have a lot of pain in the neck (ha) and shoulders, resulting from the pneumonia episode. Anyway, the point is that I exited from there feeling and looking like a sixty year old. Amazing what an hour can do to a woman. Today, I've woken up eighty. If muscles can cry, mine are sobbing. If DB himself walked in right now, I'd have to say no. Or at least take a rain check... If Bruce walked in, I'd have to suggest he go for a beer with DB and come back in a few days.
Screaming muscles also scupper today's real plans since using a laptop will not help...I'm almost finished the re-write of Plumb Crazy; today will do it, which means that somehow my achy breaky body has to keep calm and carry on.
So, I'm here, at the laptop, dosed up, heated bean bag thingy wrapped around my neck, like one of those airline cushions, specs on, determined to push through the pain. The laptop is perched on a couple of telephone books with a keyboard attached beneath. A cup of green tea sits just beside me. I am ready to go.
Just one more look at that ad, before I start. For medicinal purposes you know.