Fate had a damn good crack at scuppering my birthday week plans. Firstly, while dressing for work the week before last, my back went into spasm, both agonising and scary given that it came out of the blue. I couldn't really move without considerable pain for a few days, after which it gradually eased, though a fortnight on it still isn't right. I never pull a sickie, so my boss knew it must be something serious when I called the store in some distress. By Thursday I was mobile enough to welcome my cousin and her husband for their long planned stay, during which we enjoyed a number of local excursions in the warm, spring weather, including a jaunt over to Snape Maltings where Barbara Hepworth's 'Family of Man' looked particularly majestic standing before the reedbeds of the Alde estuary. The last time I visited Snape the piece was absent, so it was nice to see it back in situ. The hand of fate hadn't quite finished trying to put a spanner in the works though, as a Tube strike had been belatedly announced for the very day of the family reunion in London that I mentioned in my previous post. But, in spite of all the obstacles, each of us somehow made it to the Euston pub at roughly the appointed time and enjoyed a memorable, if all too brief, few hours together.
3 comments:
Oh no, so sorry to hear about your back and hope that it gets fully back to normal asap. Glad to know that, in spite of the tube strikes (what is it they say - these things are sent to try us?) you managed that very special reunion. The Barbara Hepworth looks fab, especially in that setting - gorgeous photo.
Best wishes for the back - you have my sympathies!
Thanks guys. I returned to work with a couple of short shifts before the weekend and I'm feeling it, but hopefully as long as I'm careful it'll gradually improve.
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