according to a children's book called amazing monkeys which i'd picked up at a rental bookshop's old stock sale, by the time they've grown up, one orang utan in three would have broken a bone by falling out of a tree.

this seems to segue into the announcement (but without any corollary implication that she is a monkey (apes, we're apes)) that my mater has fractured a metatarsal in her right foot from falling on a flight of stairs, so i'm the fetch and carry slave around here.

bought, at same book sale, a number of enid blytons in the 1980s hardcovers ($1 each), and a still pristine copy of john fuller's look twice, assorted children's books by cynthia voigt, beverly cleary and diana wynne jones for our library cupboard, and a german translation of richard powers's time of our singing which, obviously, i can't read, and should probably send to sven.