No …… not that sort of hot …. in any case, do you think I would tell anyone???
Yesterday was our wedding anniversary. Again! Last year was our ruby, and we spent a few days on a camp site in Derbyshire with all the kids and grandkids – happy days. Yesterday it was just Hub and me, luxuriating in our newly-retired status so that when we get up in the morning we can CHOOSE what to do, and when – very novel!
via a garden centre where I at last stocked up with some plants and pots to brighten up our balcony and the back garden.
Killerton is a lovely informal, easygoing house. In a lot of properties you’re not allowed to touch anything or sit on anything – they even have prickly plants on the chair seats to discourage us. But at Killerton you’re even allowed to play the organ and the grand piano – so Hub made a beeline for the piano (Hub Heaven will be a place where he owns one). Meanwhile I ambled off to look at the special exhibition of clothes over the centuries. My goodness. What a lot of work went into those clothes. And there was a corset or ‘stays’ as they were called – looked like a bit of a torture instrument
Eventually we went outside and it was hot – very. We decided to act our age, and sat down on a bench in the shade.
See? A hot date
When we got home I decided I was fed up with not doing things because I have to keep my thumb dry and I can’t use it … so donned some gardening gloves over the dressing and set to work filling pots with compost and plants and water.
And soaked my thumb and got the dressing dirty. Oh dear. The nice nurse looked at me the next day . She’s the lucky person who gets to dress it three times this week.
The good news is, that the graft has taken and the thumb is healing well. I won’t know what sort of melanoma it is until 2 August because the surgeon has gone on holiday. How selfish is that?! Can’t get the staff these days
I’m glad the nurse was impressed, because to me the thumb looks like a landslide, and a messy one at that.