My neighbour and friend Linda, 73 years young, managed to fall on the snow and break her right arm just above the wrist. She just couldn’t leave the snow alone on top of a sheet of ice. So I’m now helping her with the tasks that she can’t manage such as bringing her wood in- her flat is heated entirely with wood. I’ve also done some of her Caretaking duties and have visions of myself in a Nora Batty housecoat doing them in twenty years time. I’ve also been with her to the village Library as she can’t actually use the computer. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it, I’d backed out form getting involved last year, but maybe now is the time. Anyone who knows me, knows what I’m like about books.
I also take her for weekly checkups in the local Casualty. Of course, it’s the height of the ski season too. We get quite interested in guessing the injury as they’re wheeled in. Every time we go, she meets someone else she knows who has done exactly the same thing. This week it was two dog walkers-one from just down the road. So they all sit and swap tales of how they dunnit, where and how many plasters they’ve had! Now, I thought that skiing was dangerous enough, but it seems to me that living in the Lungau itself is a dangerous sport, let alone the snow clearing! I’m a nervous wreck at the sight f ice! Taking Shira out today, I was worried that the snow nails I attach to my boots were losing their grip. Got home and found I’d put them on with the nails pointing inwards…..I think I’ll go and wrap myself up in cotton wool until March!