I would have to be one of the most uncoordinated people, physically, on the planet. With the exception of my grand daughter Monique, who is even more uncoordinated then me!
Last week my husband sent our grand daughter off on the bike to deliver some magazines. (He subscribes to the New Scientist and other magazines that he then passes on to others to read on the island.) Off she went and the next thing we get a telephone call to say she had had a fall and is very distressed. Let it be said that Grandma and Grandpa were very distressed as well. She and her sister had been staying with us and we were due to catch the barge home in the next 20 minutes when the call came through. We left the island with her complaining bitterly that her arm was hurting.
By the time we reached my son's new home, which isn't finished yet, I was in a bit of a state. I was worried that she had really broken her arm. I got out of the car, tripped on the curb, came down flat on my face, broke my nose and cut my face and now have a couple of black eyes as well. To top it off it turned out that Monique had broken her wrist.
So I am sitting around being still and quiet and reading books. Luckily I had been to the library the day before and borrowed a few.
Not my Father's Son by Alan Cummings is the first one I read.
I read it at one sitting, it was so enjoyable. One of the interesting things about it was that the author's 'voice' in the written word was so 'the same' as the voice that we hear when he is seen on TV. A sad story of an abusive childhood, the loss of his grandfathers story and than finding his way in the world and re-discovering his grandfather and his taking back his own power again. Through it all his sense of humour shines, even in the dark times. I now have determined that I have to read his next book "Baggage".
Not only is he a good actor but a very good author as well. Makes me think that he would have been a great story teller if he hadn't choosen to be an actor, but then an actor is a story teller.