It's been a lovely and mostly sunny day here chez Casa Reynard, albeit pretty damp and squelchy after yesterday.
Slept well enough. Not brilliantly, but better. Had a kitchen morning today, using yesterday's YS buys plus an array of my 15p veggies to make a big pot of Scotch broth and a beef ragu.
Lovely luncheon of a chunk of Melton Mowbray pork pie, then seeded sourdough with smoked cheese & salami, plus an apple, an orange and a
Early afternoon was taken up by the usual chores, plus some extra stuff to get ahead as I'm away stewarding at a cat show tomorrow. That done, it was off to Littleport to get my leg seen to by the nurse. She was SO impressed with how it's healed up (she removed the scab, and it's all nice pink skin under there), and as a result, after five and a half weeks, I've *finally* been signed off!
That said, I still need to care for the wound until it's finished healing, and if I've any concerns, I'm to go back. Still, it looks like it'll heal without much in the way of scarring, and so I'm pleased. And I gave back the supply of Inadine, as I'm never going to use it. I've graduated to a much lighter dressing with a moisturizing gauze thing underneath, so a lot more comfy too. The only issue I've got now is my back and hips being hurty, as I've been walking wonky.
While I was out, I drove to town and picked up the cat litter in B&M that I didn't get around to buying yesterday, and I popped into Waitrose to buy some garlic, as I've run out. Rare for me to run out of anything, but I just lost track - I thought I still had a whole bulb, but didn't.
Home to a lovely supper of Scotch broth and a bolognese pasta bake.
Now just sat by the fire watching the snooker.
