I was up and about a bit, today...tho' sitting in my desk chair is still a bit of a problem, hence my silence on my blog.

After a frustrating almost 2 hour wait to get a cab for an all of 3 min. cab ride to the shop round the corner--which cost $12, aks: highway robbery, I was able to get some things I desperately needed...like kitty litter, can't live in a tiny flat without kitty litter.

But, it wasn't easy, shopping with a wonky painful hip, let me tell you!

But the really BIZZARE thing, was...well, picture this: a fat Babushka-looking woman wearing farm duds and almost bent over double w/pain.

I was standing in the till queue, wearing my old, worn Lee Rider jeans with the rolled up cuffs and a black hoodie--with the John Deere tractor logo on it, bearing the historically improbable slogan of: "Making Big Ol' Tractors Since 1837."

The hip and trendy-looking black lady in line next to me, looked me up and down with a snort of derision ("Huh!") that said more than most of the Adirondack redneck grunts which I was used to, ever could. Very rude, but I just grinned at her and shook my head in that reproachful way I learned from my late mum--in reality, I wanted to be rude back, but I wasn't feeling up to behaving like a fellow arsehole, just then.

Anyway, I'm at the till of the little general merchandise shop, and the till clerk, whose name is apparently, "S___," starts chatting me up. Seriously!

I mean, all I want to do is get another cab and go home, put the shopping away, down some more aspirin, and pass out on the sofa. And, here is this bearded middleage bloke, the only clerk on at the shop, whom ignores the other customers, and starts chatting me up! Blimey!

Trust me, even if I wasn't a dedicated genuine old maid, I would NOT be looking for love in the local equivilent to a Woolworth's!

While resting my back, I watched Collision on PBS tonight, really great! Nice to have BBC shows back in my life, again, really lovely. And no, I didn't squee or swoon at David Tennant's presenting skills, but I have to admit he does have a heck of a presence.

So, I'm really very sad to have not been able to see my beloved Who tonight..being 3000 miles acoss the Atlantic is a big bar to that. At least I got to watch SOMETHING by the BBC, bless.