I have a cold. I have a stinking sore throat and it seems very like what poor DH had a week ago (he really suffered). I haven't been to visit uncle, I can't risk taking a sore throat in there. I fail again.
I've been researching how to make a silver bullet - for writing purposes, of course. Bear has torn the curtain, so I need to sort that out again. I can't find the reed thingies for the diffuser which is a nuisance as they have been lovely. I've made up the bathroom spray from the 30 days to a clean house book (equal quantities of white vinegar and surgical spirit with a large dash of essential oil of lemon) and it smells scary. Things continue. I am worrying about uncle.
This morning bear was giving a sterling performance of someone who has had their legs amputated by a rusty nail file. He has a grazed knee. It's a really good graze, with quite a good spread, and it looks liked it oozed spectacularly, but it is just a graze. Bear was disappointed that I didn't treat it with respect due to a severe injury.