In Australia we have what is called 'having a boy look'.
A good example is where a man goes to the fridge looking for the beers he knows he left there the day before. Yet even though he stands in front of the fridge for ten minutes looking and looking, he cannot, for the life of him, find his beers.
Eventually he'll slap his thigh and shout into the next room to his wife:
'Hey love where's my beer? Ya didn't drink it did ya?'
And then the wife will shout back: 'Naah, didn't touch it'
'Well I cant see it! You musta moved it if you didn't drink it'
At this invariably the wife will sigh loudly and drag herself away from the TV (unless she is watching Oprah, in which case she will wait for an ad break), go into the kitchen, swing open the refrigerator door and lay her hands on her husband's beers laying in plain sight.
She will then say to her husband, without a hint of irony :
'Well love, you musta had a boy look, eh?'
I know this doesn't happen in other countries of course, just here. ;)
But seriously, thank you for the kind well wishes. I am still in my brace. The six weeks will be up on Monday and hopefully I will be back on the keyboard then.
At the moment I am still using my left hand for everything. Which is why I am writing rubbish.
But I had two epiphanies yesterday.
Firstly I discovered that if I hold a knife in my right hand (the one that is secured in the brace) and I hold a tomato in my other hand, then,even though I cannot move my right arm and shoulder, I can cut the tomato by swinging my hips so that my right hand goes back and forth like a pendulum- and with it the knife.
Go on, try cutting a tomato with only one hand - I dare you. And you'll see what I mean.
Admittedly at first I tried to skewer the tomato in place by sticking a metal skewer through it and pinning it to a bread board - but that didn't work because it was a plastic breadboard and the skewer kept bouncing of it.
I also tried holding the tomato down on the bread board with my nose while I cut slices off it (the tomato), but after ten minutes I only had two slices, neither of which I could convince my wife to put on her sandwich.
I don't know why.
After all I had washed my nose before hand.
I guess she just wasn't hungry.
Oh these images? They are Bo Peep.
She hasn't lost her beers - she's lost something else.
I guess she's just having a 'boy look'.
thanks again for your kindness.
I'll have to tell you about the other epiphany next time.....
ps if you click the images they get big
Oh almost forgot to say that the genesis for this image is Bruegel's The Blind Leading the Blind.
Bosche and Breugel being two of my favourite painters of course :)