Newspaper article The Journal (Newcastle, England)

Willy Poole Column

Newspaper article The Journal (Newcastle, England)

Willy Poole Column

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Byline: By Willy Poole

Life is a series of crossroads. You do not know what difference turning left or right, or going straight on will make; you just know that there will be a difference.

For instance, if I had gone straight on when I left the cafe, instead of turning right, I might have spent last night in my own bed and I might not be typing this with one hand.

On the other hand (no play on words intended), I might have been driven over by a fuel tanker, in which case I would not be writing this at all.

In the normal way of things, my quickest way home from the cafe would be straight on, over the main road and up the hill, but yesterday there was an icy blast from the north that would have been in my face, so I thought that if I turned right and went up beside the lake, I could pop down the old drove road and go home through the wood, which would give me a nice bit of shelter.

I do not use the old drove much because it is both steep and rocky, but I have tricycled it before ( it requires concentration and that was where I slipped up, or rather, that was where I hit a rock and had the instant recognition that something nasty was about to happen to me and there was nothing that I could do about it. I was quite right on both counts and when I came to, I realised that I was hurting: quite a lot. My mobile had survived and I managed to get Mrs Poole and we got to the surgery before our nice young doctor shut up shop. He took one look at me and sent me to the clinic for a "radio" (X-ray).

I remember thinking about X-rays what I have known and being glad that I had a book in my bag.

In fact I was done, dusted, strapped up and chucked out within an hour, taking my broken left arm with me.

Now had I gone straight on from the crossroads at the cafe, I probably would not have broken my arm.

I would probably not have had to spend last night in an armchair (it's the old one that I used to sleep in for the lambing) and I would not have to be picking this out with one finger. …

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