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I'm torn between posting a weather report (cold and clear) and a coffee report (over 2 litres made, one Turkish and one expresso with milk: I'm currently drinking the bit that didn't fit into my thermos flasks ie a rather good combo of Turkish with heated milk). I'm up at an unholy hour for me because today is the write-a-book-in-a-day charity event for the CSFG team. I suspect we're not as good at the fundraising side of things as we were when we at school and could combine enthusiasm with cuteness, but we still have the enthusiasm. I'm hoping that we've had a few sponsors. We'll see.

I was supposed to be backup scanner girl, but my scanner is so very old that we couldn't get drivers to fit anyone's laptops. Now I'm backup camera girl, for my camera works with my netbook. I also have the wherewith to transfer material from one machine to the next, and 10,000 books of elibrary, just in case. The coffee is just in case, too. Also the bag of figs and the box of fine chocolate. As is the editing I didn't quite finish yesterday (not quite finish? I got precisely halfway - those open doors door their toll, physically. It hasn't quite hit this morning because my body is pretty positive that being up at this hour on a Sunday is just a bad dream, but it will.).

I'm not awake yet, but I'm alert. It'll have to do.

If I'm even halfway awake or alert on the far side, I'll report in. Don't count on it, though. And now I must get dressed, for we get our writing brief at dawn (in fifteen minutes) and I get picked up in half an hour and in an hour we all assemble and hope that Ross (who is key guy ) hasn't slept in, for it's -5 outside and we don't want to be hanging about. I don't know what time the Centre will actually warm up today, so I am taking my big coat. I'm very tempted to take my down dressing gown. (I now wonder if I'm the only one who has taught in that room in July on a Sunday and if, therefore, I'll be the only one who knows that it's bitterly cold at first? Hmm. I shall pack a few handwarmers, in case.)

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I'm awake and alert and the book is finished, but I hurt somewhat, and not for the usual reasons. I managed to take a tumble just before I left home. It's the same time of month (ie full blown PMT) as last time this happened, and the changes in body weight and shape are probably the culprit this time as well. This time I did more damage, though.

I dislocated a finger (I had the common sense to put it back in its socket while I was still in shock - I wouldn't have dreamed I had that much common sense on seeing a sadly twisted digit) and the friend picking me up used to be a nurse, and checked that there were no clear breaks anywhere and bound the finger to the next one for me. She checked my shoulder and we kept an eye on everything during the day and we are agreed that I was very, very lucky. No evidence of breaks emerged, but a couple of minor sprains (my shoulder, my groin and etc). I'm going to have some truly awesome bruising. I have to wear my down dressing gown instead of a coat for a few days (and did today) for I can (just) get the dressing gown on but can get a coat on, nor any tight clothing.

Right now I hurt a fair amount, but did the book in a day thing regardless. No doubt I shall hurt more over the next few days. It's the joy of being a Gillian. Other people get uneventful lives but I, obviously, am not capable of it.

I shall be over all but the final mending when I teach next, and I have far more control over my workload than I had a week ago, so it could have been much worse, in so many ways, but it wasn't. The big thing is that the circulation in the dislocated finger is perfectly normal. This was the finger I broke when I was a kid and it's very strange to have it bound again - but to have it broken again would have been even stranger.

I ought to tell you about the 12 hour marathon of charity book-writing, but right now I'm wondering what colour all the bruises will be this time.