It's been a grey, soggy, raw and blustery day here chez Casa Reynard after a very frosty start.
Did not sleep well on account of my leg. Not the wound, but the fecking bloody dressing. Yup, I'm getting dermatitis from the Inadine patch I've been told to use, and the itching gets to a point where it's painful and intolerable. So a middle-of-the-night dressing change was done, and things have calmed down now that I've switched back to a plain sterile wound pad and a Mepore over the top of that. I will have a word with the nurse when I go back for another assessment on Friday. Yes, I'd like to do what I'm told in order to get the damn thing to heal, but in this case, comfort trumps the instructions.
So I treated myself to a nice lie in, and other than doing the morning chores, I've been listening to the FA Cup football on the radio. Arsenal got off to a bit of a sticky start against Pompey, but the boys rectified that.
Had a lovely luncheon of a hot lamb sandwich (using up the last of the lamb), plus an apple, a banana and a
The afternoon was spent finishing off my chutney - I have eleven jars plus a dollop.
Kept an eye on a Bay of E auction for something I fancied. I totally forgot about it last week and it didn't sell. Of course, this week was a bloody bunfight and it went for way more than I was prepared to pay. Ah well, hey ho.
A quiet evening watching the snooker is planned.