William's legs

How oddly things turn out. Just as I was wondering how I could continue to blog when it would doubtless mean either ignoring my work, or risking appalling indiscretions, Glyndebourne have asked me to be the 'chorus blogger' on their official website. This could be a disaster. Either they have given me a long enough rope with which to hang myself, or the blog will have to be so anodyne as to be entirely uninteresting. At least walking the tightrope will prove interesting in itself. Especially after those late shows when we've had a couple on the train. If and when they decide to publish, I will provide a link.



Meanwhile, it is now William who justifies a blog on the subject of his legs. As if the poor little blighter hasn't enough to worry about, the 'orthopods' have decided to correct his increasingly eccentric gait by injecting Botox into his calves, and putting him into plaster casts for a month. I can see this going down like a cardboard submarine. It's especially galling as we've been asking for their input for months to no avail, and now they've turned up, everything seems so urgent that they are going to do the procedure tomorrow. As the attached video shows, Wills likes to get around the hospital quickly, and will not be impressed with the prospect of a month without being allowed to walk. Things are getting rather urgent on other fronts too. He is running out of adequate sites to attach his IV feed, and so the prospect of an assessment for a small bowel transplant looms ever closer. It's likely that he will be considered for the 'list' within the next couple of months. It's great to think of one's son as being at the cutting edge, but not necessarily when it comes to his participation in surgery. Anyway, William has given up calling me his father. Instead, as soon as I appear, I have to play the role of which ever engine is involved in his latest game. So I am Mavis. Or Donald. Or Gordon. etc. etc. If I didn't already have an equity card, I'd certainly be due one by now. Perhaps it will mean I can still qualify if Glyndebourne fire me when they find out what really goes on.