Good Intentions and Broomsticks

I Should Have Known

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Good intentions are fickle!  You get them and if you are lucky they come off, but lately mine have taken a look at what I intend to do and bugged off quicker than a witch on a broomstick. It’s a bit like this picture looking down a tunnel wondering whats at the other end, believe me I know!!!!

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So what were my intentions I hear you ask?  Nothing big actually, just things like getting the wall I was in the middle of building finished. Cracking on with my book – sequel to Clearing in the Forest – visiting the Club Nautique and my friend Pep, going out with my wife things like that.  HOWEVER, just like it did with James Blackstock in A Plymouth Story, fate decided to take a hand – literally!

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Now I have told you about my hand and that I had been expecting a phone call from the hospital with a date for my operation, thinking it would be a while I started several things.  When the phone call came I had two days (Saturday & Sunday) to relax in.  RELAX???? flipping well relax?? if you have only ever had a minor op before when you were healthy and not on various tablets simple, but if you are getting on and rattle when you walk it’s not easy.  Anyway long story short I had the op, was awake, all ok (not as my beloved says way out on the anesthetic for the rest of that day) I decided to get on with things. First I showed my hand to the boys – not impressed – then decided that I should crack on with my writing and got caught out….  The last picture is of my hand plus stitches which have now been removed and it has healed nicely.

Petanca at Tivissa on a inter club competition

Petanca at Tivissa on an inter club competition

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my friend Pep and I talking boats

my friend Pep and I talking boats

So once I had the stitches out we went to petanca to see if I could handle the balls and play, guess what quite a few of our friends have had this op so I got loads of advice on getting the finger supple again and have played very well actually. We have also stopped at Club Nautique for a drink and something to eat several times, chatted with Pep who is still doing great things for the club. Not much left to do except finish the wall, go to the beach for our evening walk, driving again (bending the fingers round the wheel) and going out with the wife – that means shopping – oh and writing of course.   Well I thought so far so good….

This is Where My Good Intentions Flew Away

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Don’t believe it, things haven’t exactly gone to plan.  When my intentions saw I was about to start on the wall again collecting large stones, mixing cement etc., plus carry on typing they jumped on their broomstick and flew away.  Felt a bit like Jason did in A Bengal Poppy when the East India Company were trying to sell Opium to China for silver.  I then saw the Surgeon who said I needed physiotherapy 4 times a week for 1 month. Yep that’s about right torture 4 times a week hey ho but my hand will be ok after it. I blame the wife myself and the walls still not finished……

(c) M D Bosc   Author

 

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About michaeldouglasbosc

I am retired and live with my wife on a small olive finca in the middle of a forest in the mountains of Spain in Catalonya. I served 9years in the armed services, am an engineer and because of my love of navy sailing ships a naval historian of the 1700-1800's, plus the author of 10 books. When I retired I started writing adult books my first being A Soldiers Wind. Then came Stanley's story again adult books such was his life. Another book on life in the 1950's this very much an adult book. I have now returned to my love of the sea and my latest navy book 'A Plymouth Story' follows the life of Dr James Blackstock. But Clearing In The Forest is an historical fantasy set in the middle ages at the end of King Johns reign. All the books are published on Kindle and Create a Space in paperback. I have worked all my life and for relaxation I sailed a coastal yacht for many years, but deep inside me was a writer waiting to get out. So when I retired I started writing I find story telling both relaxing and - for me - a pleasure.
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