Saturday, February 19, 2022

Living in Paris with or without a hot water bottle

"What seemed like ordinary backache almost killed woman in four days."

Seriously Facebook? You think a hypochondriac like me needs to read headlines like that?

I've just lain in a hot bath and now am sitting with a hot water bottle stuck down the back of my trousers. It looks tres elegant, as the French probably wouldn't say. I have no idea if it's helping but it's fun.

Anyway I have friends, and I know people, who suffer a lot with backache and it's not funny for them. I've had it for three days and I haven't stopped moaning; I don't how they put up with it so quietly. So I shall shut up now.

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Last night we watched a film on Amazon called The Good Liar. It stars Sir Ian McKellen and Helen Mirren. He is a conman trying to get hold of an attractive widow's money. So far so good. I imagine it will work out that she is also a conner and when they realise it they will go into business merrily scamming people who deserve to be scammed.

It wasn't like that at all. The ending was so dark! I didn't like it a bit. Most disappointed. 

I mentioned previously that I was reading The Paris Bookseller by Kerri Maher, and I have to say that I loved it. It's rare for this to happen but I want to live in that book!



7 comments:

nick said...

I've had intermittent back ache since my back seized while I was pruning a bush 2½ years ago. Luckily it doesn't bother me much.

Re the con man, I've been reading about a woman who was disinherited after a con man secretly married her mother. Marriages in England automatically cancel all previous wills, and the woman who lost out is campaigning for a change in the law so this legal loophole is closed.

I'm reading Actress by Anne Enright. Wonderful writing and a brilliant portrait of an ageing actress.

Cop Car said...

Funny, Liz, like you I expected Mirren's character to out-con the con man.

Nick--Thanks for the education on inheritance in England. My own husband refuses to have a new will drawn (we're in Kansas, USA) on the basis that we have a joint will that was drawn up in about 1965 - despite the fact that he and I were divorced for more than 10 years in the years since then. In our state, if one dies without a will, the estate is split in halves with half going to the surviving spouse and the other half being split among any children (or their surviving inheritors). I'm good with the state's way but think it would be so much easier with a will. I probated my mother's estate 25 years ago and had to do it as if there were no will because she had failed to go through probate when Dad died and they had a joint will. (Oh, did I say, that our lawyer had drawn up a joint will for Hunky Husband and me? Our current lawyer says joint wills are bad!)

Liz Hinds said...

I read about that on your blog, Nick. Poor woman.

I suppose she did, CopCar, but for such horrid reasons. And don't get me started on wills. We've been in the process of saying, 'yes, we must update our wills' for so long!

Victor S E Moubarak said...

I am praying for your healing and relief of back pain. Thank you for the comment you left on my Blog. I have responded there.

God bless.

pam nash said...

Try alternating heat and cold for your back. I've found frozen peas work well, can be refrozen and used again until not needed then - tossed away.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

We enjoyed watching "The Good Liar," and not just because of its stellar cast. I love a good revenge story!

Your sore back isn't something a chiropractor could help you with, is it? When My Rare One throws her back out, she just has to go to the bone cruncher and he snaps her back into place.

Cop Car said...

I note that you were using a hot pad. I forgot to add in my 1st comment, Liz, that my physician told me to apply heat OR cold on my sore back - whichever felt better to me. Please remember that I am not a medical professional or even close to being one, but I do feel better with the hot pad than with the frozen peas. I get a sore upper back from working in the kitchen - probably psychological as I hate cooking with a passion.