I also have a split in the palm of my left hand, along one of the existing creases. It is Bluddy Sore. I shall apply rich and soothing ungulates at bed time and it will be fine, but just now it is bugging the shit out of me.
And if THAT’s all I have to worry about, then I am a very fortunate soul. I do realise, honestly ;- )
I’ll plod on, doing “stuff” but will pretend I’ve not remembered the garage (& it would need trips to the tip anyway), some paperwork, some tidying, some chucking out.
The hive gas hob izz misbehaving. All four of the burners are burning yellow. Surely there can’t be soot in all four gas inlet pipes? The CO alarm doesn’t seem bovvered.
Auntie Joan is in a nursing home, from yesterday, for palliative care on account of her heart failure. Send a little wish for her, Cellarites, if you will. She’s an absolute poppet and a darling.