Sunday, 9 September 2007

Stiffy the Goalkeeper

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!

I think this is a cry for sympathy. I don't know if this is caused by the lack of sleep over the past two nights, but I became quite unsteady on my feet (and, no, despite what you might think, I was sober at the time), but I have found it increasingly difficult to move from sitting to standing; normally, I use my arms to assist, but now I am so sore - my arms, across my shoulders, my thighs - and while my friend was here I needed help.

Currently the only way I can get up is geting on my hands and knees at the foot of the bed (so that I can use the wall to brace my feet) and haul myself up from a kneeling position.

Go on, laugh - it must look hilarious.

I was too worried about not being able to get out of the car to go to church today, very disappointing as it was Communion Sunday.

The title is a phrase my father used to use......

4 comments:

Calavera said...

I won't laugh, as it's not hilarious at all. My grandmother has mobility issues, and it's really heartening to see that at least you're still trying to go about your normal lives.

Though I am especially sorry to hear that you missed Sunday Communion. It wasn't your fault at all.

And I've never heard the phrase in your title... What is it supposed to mean?? I'm a huge football fan and I feel slightly gutted that I don't know this phrase!

Elaine said...

Hi Cal, thanks. I was going to remove the post till I read your comment, because I don't like to complain. I have no idea where the phrasen in the title originated - though either it goes back some way (my father was born in 1908), or it was just something he invented when I was a cbild. He alsays used it when any of us couldn't or wouldn't get going!

Anonymous said...

"Stiffy the Goalkeeper" is the title of a Music Hall piece sung by Harry Weldon in 1912 - my guess is that the phrase was something your grandfather said! Or perhaps he was a famous (or an infamous) Goalie from a certain East Coast club...

Elaine said...

Never heard of the music hall piece, but perhaps my father learnt it from HIS father. I can't have you casting aspersions at Hibs, mind!