An Unfinished Symphony

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It’s been a while …

It’s been a very long while since I posted on here, but it hasn’t all been due to my procrastination (although that’s responsible too). The last few months have been very busy with work, both Sarah and I have been rushed off our feet with various projects some of which have gone live, others are having tweaks here and there before going live, with the rest at various stages of development.

It hasn’t been all work though, we managed to fit a short trip to Paris in a couple of weeks ago, which gave us a much needed break from the daily grind. I have to say, there’s some spectacular scenery over there and it was fascinating to visit places that I’ve heard about before but never considered visiting. There are a few carbunkles in with the jewels, though, chief among them being the Pompidou Centre which looked like a scruffy mass of scaffolding to me. Maybe if we’d stopped off there before visiting Notre Dame Cathedral I might have been more appreciative of it’s industrial appearance, but I doubt it.

Speaking of Notre Dame Cathedral, it was while straining to see if I could spot it after crossing the Pont Neuf that caused me to not see a couple of steps, resulting in me spraining my ankle. At that point the best thing to do was to carry on moving, rather than stopping and letting it swell up like a water melon and cripple me. So we carried on, took a few pictures of the cathedral and then went looking for a pharmacy to get some tubigrip. Instead of tubigrip we came away with my ankle in a splint that cost about 35 euros, but considering the support it provided it was money very well spent. After getting my ankle strapped up we went for a rest in a little Cuban bar about a quarter of a mile from the Cathedral, where we shared a plate of meat tapas and, more importantly, I had a few medicinal cervezas. We did about another four miles worth of working after lunch, and at least another ten the following day, visiting the Bastille, the Moulin Rouge and Sacre Coeur amongst other places, so that splint more than paid for itself.

My foot in plaster A couple of days after returning home (to Sarah’s parents’, which is our stopping off point on the way to our own house) we went to the local hospital to get my ankle checked out. We left with my leg in plaster after an X-ray showed that the pulled tendon had ripped a chunk of bone away from my ankle. So now I’m trying to get around with a plaster on my leg that is giving me less support than the splint I was using did, not to mention getting in the way of everything. I have to go back to the hospital in a couple of days to get the plaster off and have the ankle X-rayed again. Hopefully that’ll be the end of it, or at least the end of having to wear the stupid cast.

Despite that, Paris was great and I had no intention of letting a sprain stop us from enjoying the city. I’d recommend it to anyone who wanted a short break away.

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