I was coming down the stairs, all 115 of them. I decided not to take the elevator since I need more exercise and it was beginning to show...ahem. On the way down I noticed a nice standing fan in the hallway...hmmm
Still dreaming of fans I forgot to notice the last two steps, plus with a touch of vertigo I let go and went boom.
Sprained my ankle fractured my fibula I did whilst dreaming of cool summer nites...hmmm
The next day Lois B and I planned a jaunt to paint in a Paris park, now out of the question.
My treasures from Lois and Picard - frozen peas to put on my
swollen ankle broken leg and quiche Lorraine to eat. Perfect!
The next day I'd planned to meet up with divine Mme Z. who prefers to remain nameless. We'd planned to go to a museum etc. instead it was tea at chez yours truly. YUM
I'm allowed to show her practical Timex watch. I instantly fell in love natch.
We're both calligraphy nuts so she saved her napkin.
Major Miam !
My sister is in town and had no idea I was somewhat incapacitated. She brought me what I'll wildly guess is a Camellia plant? You tell me, expert PB plant people. Isn't it funny I had to buy so-called 'flowerpot' insurance for my studio here.
We had petit fours with tea. Of course my sister and her husband don't eat sweets.
Guess who was left with the responsibility of cleaning up the plate ;(
Tomorrow Susan Hochbaum, author of the fabulous Pastry Paris book is coming to tea. I asked her to bring a diet cookie please and then thought who am I kidding?!