Update on the dents on my legs (front of each thigh, about fingertip level, worst on the left leg): the doctor was completely baffled. She has no idea what's caused them and is going to consult her colleagues. I'll go back and see her after my holiday. I phoned the embolisation research sister & she talked to the radiologist and reported back that it probably wasn't anything to do with that, but is making an appointment for me in any case, "so she can reassure you". They don't hurt, so I'm not too worried, just curious.
Bertie hates his muzzle. It is cruel and unusual, and apparently he's never worn anything like it in his life. I make him wear it on our nightly excursion and he spends most of the walk trying to get it off. He looks like Hannibal Lecter:
Last night was particularly frustrating for him because when we set out on our walk there was a hedgehog strolling along the footpath right outside the gate.
Faye came round the other day and took Bertie out for a walk. She brought me some flowers, trilliums. The gardener where she works has offered me some plants, and I'd never heard of these. They're amazing!
This was my favourite, it's such a stunning colour; the other one is pretty too, white with plain pale green leaves.
Here are another couple of recent pictures:
I took this at Braid Hills a while back. I have no idea what it is. A man also walking his dog said he lives nearby and saw from his window someone putting it up. It's too big to be a splint, he thought. "Maybe it's art," I said. I can't reproduce the noise he made, but I think it's what the Victorians would write as "Pshaw!"
Some lovely colours on an ancient building on a jetty at Port Edgar.
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