Broken leg, day 45

Relatively quiet weekend. Nothing much on Saturday except for watching a bunch of Monty Python, but on Sunday profkampf and poohbearjim came over for Pancakes Barbara (as referenced in The Women -- right, red_goatee?), bacon and fruit salad. We sat around talking until mid-afternoon, and after they left, ibubtoo showed up, bearing homemade chicken soup, Acme bread, and the world's largest chocolate eclair. Thanks very much, Cory -- when you're confined to the couch, as I have been for six friggin' weeks, visits from friends are very much appreciated and are easily the high points of the day. If there's anything I've learned from my confinement to the couch here, it's to treasure your friends, especially the ones who make the effort to visit you when you're incapacitated. Going that extra mile is what separates the friends from the acquaintances.

Morning TV thought

What gets me about the BBC TV show, Cash In The Attic:

Typical British family needs some money for some semi-vulgar purpose -- trip to a theme park, fancy night out, videogame console, etc.

So the TV show crew comes in and combs the house for anything of value to sell, to pay for that purpose.

"This diamond ring your late grandfather used his life's savings to buy, which was originally owned by the family of Winston Churchill, and which saved your grandmother's life when she was trapped in a car underwater and she used it to cut through the glass, and which was celebrated in a 1950s TV documentary, Diamond Ring of Destiny -- it'll fetch at least 40 pounds at auction! You're well on your way to that Playstation Plus!"

So many of these families get rid of unique family heirlooms for a pittance, to pay for consumer goods, or transitory things like Eurodisney trips, or spa weekends.

Wankers.