Life, death and holes in the ground.

[lil_shepherd]

Not a good day today. Went out this morning with the dogs and put a foot down one of the almost invisible holes that litter our local rec. (Some of them are the result of an over-ethusiastic dog, others of practicing golfers, and some may even be due to rabbits.) I don't think I've broken anything, but a two hour application of ice (during which

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[shewhomust]

Ouch! Hope a night's rest helps...

[lil_shepherd]

It did!

[desperance]

I am indebted to Dave Langford and Ansible for the news that J.T. Edson, the Western-writing postman, died on 17th July, aged 86. He enlivened my teenage years.

Someone asked him once about writer's block. He said, "Every time I think I have writer's block? I get out my old postbag, and fill it with bricks. Then I go walk around my old post route. In the rain. Then I come home, change my clothes and get on with the book."

[lil_shepherd]

*Snerk!*

I thought he just retyped some paragraphs from an earlier book, possibly with the odd name change.

(I cannot explain my addiction to Edson in my middle teens, but I certainly had one.)

[carl_allery]

I never managed to get into Edson, perhaps because I'd already succumbed to Sudden. :)

[lil_shepherd]

Oh, I much preferred 'Sudden' (and still have my copies, at least of those written by Oliver Strange himself) but there aren't that many of those and I could pick up Edson for a few pence in Sheffield markets.

[verrucaria]

Oh, no! Sending lots of anti-inflammatory (and perhaps a few appropriate pro-inflammatory) vibes your way.