Hopefully, I'm Not Turning into Miss Havisham

Poor Me.
Last wednesday just before I was about to begin my almost first lesson of the year, in my excitement I slipped on two dainty little steps at the entrance to my classroom, twisted my foot & landed into the arms of a poor unsuspecting student who managed to save me from a v. serious accident.
I was immediately placed on a chair & attended to by caring members of the Sporting Department who have all had Long Histories With Nasty Injuries & are World Experts on Bandaging & Iceing (not cakes but Body Parts)
Of course, it was only a few minutes before other Concerned Members of Staff suddenly appeared to Gawk at my Foot. I think that they were Slightly Disappointed because although it was starting to Swell, there was nothing particularly Ghoulish to see. No blood, no disembodied body parts. And I wasn't even crying.
 I went to the doctor. He must have x-ray eyes because he just looked at the foot which by now had been expertly bandaged & said that since there were now Strict Rules about Not Radiating the Population I didn't need an x-ray.
I had the rest of the day off, but desperate for attention, I limped back to school the next day.
Note, a return to All Black in the Classroom with a thrifted lace'Wayne Cooper' slightly A line dress in the first photo, above. I just couldn't be bothered wearing anything bright & summery. And anyway, it was raining. What's new?

The other Nasty Side Effect of having a Sprained Foot is that I am condemned to wearing Ballet Flats. Sadly, there is nothing Slightly Slutty about  Ballet Flats even if they are genuine YSLs, which the ones above are. Perhaps on Kate Moss. 
Note my outfit, above. I'm wearing one of my Thrift Shop Finds from Palm Springs - the Michael Kors Jacket made from what appears to be Magic Linen - in spite of my Strict Regimen of No Ironing, there's still no sign of creasing.

As the weekend approached, I still managed to hobble about & meet all my Social Engagements. Here I am standing outside a local bar/restaurant that was too repellent to go into because it was absolutely chockablock full of Young Women in Enormously High Heels having Hen's Nites.
Instead, my friends & me went to a new Mexican Restaurant, Barrio Chino in Kings Cross where we ferociously gobbled up dainty Soft Shell Crab Soft Tacos & later Ice Cream Burritos.

I'm wearing perhaps a rather Strange Combination of many layers -
1. thrifted early nineties 'Jaegar jacket with  huge Shoulder Pads that I  unceremoniously ripped out before I wore it;
2. a little spotted tunic dress that I actually bought new at 'Cotton On';
3. a thrifted 'David Lawrence blouse that I sadly spilt Soft Shell Crab all down the front & now I will have to throw out because not only can I not iron, but I can't remove Stains;
4. loads of Toy Jewels - Toy Enamel & Sapphire Bracelets from 'Forever 21, Pasadena, a Toy Gold necklace that says 'Hope' & a Toy Gold Choker that my friend Marge bought in Prague twenty three years ago & kindly passed on to me.

As I type & watch TV on mute at the same time, I'm reminded of some of my Favourite Things:
1. Emily Dickinson's 'Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul....'
2. Jo Malone's Basil & Verbena Living Cologne. If you think that wearing Basil Perfume would make you smell like a Big Bowl of Pesto Pasta, think again. It is totally the Smell of Heaven.
Sadly, I don't own my own bottle. I've just tested it.
3. Charles Dickens. It's some Big Birthday of his. Maybe his 200th or something. I just love all the Nasty & Sad & Lovely Characters like Mr Bumble the Beadle, Uriah Heep, Lady Dedlock & of course, Miss Haversham who I sincerely hope I'm not turning into.
4. Queen Elizabeth II who just celebrated her 60th anniversary in an unspeakable hat  that looked a little like a felt Chamber Pot. But what Devotion to Duty!
5. Home Made Ice cream made by AJ using my daughter Maeflower's Ice Cream Maker.
5. Julie Andrews singing 'My Favourite Things' to those try-hard Von Trapp Kids in The Sound of Music. Who can forget, 'raindrops on roses & whiskers on kittens, white copper kettles & warm woolen mittens'?