What a weekend I’ve had. It all started on Friday morning when I was making some lavender shortbread for Crawford my publisher coming over to chat about a new book. There I was whipping up lavender, sugar, flour and butter without a care in the world. So convinced was I of the ease of my project (come on I have made SO much shortbread especially over the past year) that I wasn’t really giving it my full attention. In fact I popped those biccies in the oven and hopped off to the computer the send some emails. Time as ever got away from me and it was with something akin to horror that I discovered the blackened mess on the baking tray almost an hour later. The smell of charred shortbread was almost overwhelming.
The rain was beating down outside the weather was baltic and the windows were thrown open to try to clear the air. The last scratches of butter were scraped from the bowl and the last of the flour eeked out of the caddy. The second batch of lavender shortbread was being rushed off with minutes to spare. This time I stayed in the kitchen, I washed the dishes, I folded tea towels and I did a little dusting. I was determined that nothing would prise me from a six foot distance from the Aga.
Then the phone rang……..
You know how your mind can just drift off, sort of go blank. Mine did. For all of 15 minutes I was deep in chat and it wasn’t until a persistent buzzing caught my attention like an over adrenalised bumble bee that I was brought back to normality and the kitchen in general and the Aga. To say I leaped across the room at high speed isn’t going too far. I fairly lunged at the oven door and just grabbed the tray of shortbread at the last minute before it tanned past that perfect golden glow. Just as Crawford drove up I was waving the cookies at the open window to cool them down and toss them casually on a plate.
The meeting goes well and just as we are finishing up Minou wanders in. She meows at me and walks over to the window seat. here she calmly climbs up and proceeds to pee all over the cushions. I was stunned, I couldn’t believe it. how could she? What a crass and revolting cat. I grabbed her and tossed her out while desperately trying to stuff the cushions out of the way. Luckily my guest disn’t notice her appalling behaviour and left soon afterwords.
I then had to do 5 loads of washing to get the damn cushions and seat pads cleaned.
My foot is aching and the pain is getting worse. It looks like there is blood under the taping too and I have been popping pain killers like pringles for the past few days . I go to bed on Friday night feeling a bit concerned (ok seriously worried) about it. I am up at 4am drenched in sweat and clutching the bed as the pain is incredible. I get visions of circulation being cut off, nerves being squashed and removal of toes. I am beside myself by morning.
Mr X kindly takes me to the hospital A&E (Emergency) department where I hang around with the other early risers/late nighters on a Saturday morning. A nurse views the damage and says she wants a doctor to take the tape off but assures me the circulation is ok. Doctor arrives and looks pretty concerned about the type of taping. She removes it and unfortunately takes half my skin off as it is welded to the plastic. There is a nasty moment when we are both enveloped in a slightly nasty smell. My foot, uuuurrrghgh!
‘That’ll be the infection’ says the doctor as she tosses the tape away. Apparently the toes being pulled down had got infected underneath and swollen tightening the tape even further and splitting the skin on top which was also infected. ‘No wonder the pain killers weren’t working, you’ll need some antibiotics to help this’. I am then cleaned up and rewrapped (not strapped or taped i hasten to add) by a kindly nurse and packed off with a bag full of pills to get the swelling down.
So here I am back at home on the sofa. A weekend of adventures behind me and another visit to the surgeon planned for Tuesday. Can’t wait……
You’ll be pleased to know that the lavender shortbread was a great hit and I shall share the recipe with you tomorrow to spare you yet more foot notes..