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Now for a nice glass of lemonade and some chocolate orange.:snowball:
 
It's been a bright, sunny and quite chilly day here chez Casa Reynard.

Slept well, and slept in, this in spite of a sore back and some clog-dancing monthly heffalumps. Did the morning chores, scraped the ice off the car, and moseyed off into town for a sniff at the clearances / sales.

Tesco was a bust. Nothing at all in any of the YS cabinets, and still the same booze and chilli heatwave doritos in the green bins. That said, there *were* some YS turkeys if I'd have wanted any. Most of them would have fed the five thousand, they were that big, though not so much of an issue if you wanted to joint, debone and freeze. Not for me this time, though.

After, I went to Peacocks on a hunt for some cat-themed jim jams. But they a) weren't in the sale and b) didn't actually have any stock in. There was a pink onesie in a 10-12 size, so tried it on. What's with their sizing these days? A 10-12 onesie always used to fit me well enough. Now, I could've gotten two of me in there. I strongly suspect vanity sizing at work here. :angry:

Last stop was B&M, where I just *may* have caused a world shortage of cat toys. :laugh:

Then home for a lovely luncheon of pork pie, crusty bloomer with home made smoked salmon pate, an apple, a pear and a :cuppa:

Next task was dealing with the nearly 5 kilos of fish I picked up in Waitrose. Divided it up between me and my bestie, and portioned up my share. That lot's now in the freezer except for one odd sea bass fillet (because the guy on the fish counter couldn't count), which I shall cook up tomorrow for Madam Boo.

Then I popped round to my friend with her share of the fish, as well as the mangoes, tomatoes and potatoes that I also picked up for her on YS. Also gave her a nice portion of my Xmas fruit crumble and my home made chicken liver pate. We had a good chinwag, and doggy and kitty cuddles were had.

Back home to a warming supper of beetroot soup, then a hot lamb sandwich with some salad on the side, and a portion of said fruit crumble with a good slug of cream.

A quiet evening is planned. For a supposedly restful day, I didn't sit down much!
 
In other news, I've changed the dressing on my leg - this time, including the bright yellow antimicrobial mesh. That was royally stuck on, so had to drip some water onto it and wait for a bit for it to release.

Anyways, things look waaaaaaay better than they did last Saturday. The stitches are holding, and it looks like the wound has finally stopped weeping. Things are still a bit swollen and sore though, and it looks like taking a post New Year appointment with the nurse to get the stitches out may have been the right decision.
 
More in anticipation of a new dressing, of a similar sort, being applied.
Learnt the "hard way" over the years to do that.

I've yet to be peeled from the ceiling during dressing changes, if that's what you were wondering :laugh:
 
here comes a little joy
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tomorrow morning Wifey is driving west, north/west. near the border of MA / NY 2 nites, then up to VT 1 nite. we live just 20 miles west of Boston
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I've yet to be peeled from the ceiling during dressing changes, if that's what you were wondering :laugh:

Reminds me of a patient Mrs 73 had the other day. The screen said dressing change, the kid was 5. Odd thought Mrs 73, turned out he’d cut his head over 2 weeks ago. The problem was he’d not let his mum take it off.
She was worried as it was so long after. So Mrs 73 started talking to him, what’s father Christmas bringing you? A big truck he said, oh ok you like trucks, yes and cars.

Mrs 73 then try’s to get the plaster off. He’s not having it, says me do it , ok you do it. He try’s buts not getting any where. Mrs 73 try’s again , dont need help me do it.

Mrs 73 changes tack gets him talking about trucks and cars. Then thought right , she made a brake for it. Grabs the plaster and off in one. The lad just burst out laughing, his mum was relived it was finally off and they went off to get him a truck she’d promised he could have if he got the plaster off.
 
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