Signs Of Life

This was not easy to cap, as I believe it was somehow copied from a video (bless Eliza) and Vincent seems to move quite fast in places. Nevertheless, the pretty young thing is so sweet and edible that I feel I have had supper without even eating. Good for the diet.

Oh, no, wait - I DID have supper before I started!

Jottings

Well, I don't know about the rest of the south east, but in this part of London, the promised (threatened?) snow didn't arrive, but it has been piggin' cold. Wednesday night's snow did not completely melt, and so has refrozen on pavements, making them treacherous. Who knows what comes next.

Yesterday afternoon I had a little operation at my doctor's, the removal of what appears to be (and I hope I've got this right) a seborrhic cyst. I don't think he sewed me up so much as darned me afterwards.

He'd decided to put on an extra surgery day to catch up on a backlog. No one gave any thought to the post-surgery practicalities like GETTING MY STITCHES REMOVED.

They should come out next Friday. Which is, of course, Christmas Day. The following Monday is also a holiday, and the nurse appears not to have a clinic till Wednesday 30th, a whole 5 days late. Meanwhile, I am not supposed to get the wound, which is in a part of my back that I can't reach, and is directly under the back of my bra, wet. This means NO SHOWERS OR HAIRWASHES FOR 12 DAYS.

As if.

I managed to have a contortionist-style shower this morning, keeping my back dry, and with a duck and a crouch I even got my hair washed. And I actually kept my back, and the bathroom floor, dry!

It wasn't easy, but at least I'm clean, for now, until I manage to slip and break something. Hopefully not one of my bones.

Mystic Pizza

All newly capped. My, it's going to be a busy few weeks. In a good way.

Bill is so sweet!

Dressed from head to toe

I just won some Bobby undies from Ebay!

Last week I got a vest, which I am waiting for to arrive. He can come and stay any time once I've got those two items, all he will need is his shoes and socks.

Actually, he won't need any clothes anyway, 'cos I'm not planning to let him get out of bed.

Adventures in Babysitting

Not much choice of what to post for this film. But then, why would you need it? What's there is so yummy anyway.

'Nuff said.