Laid up

Well, the sore hand got sorer, and resembled a rubber glove that someone had blown up. And I ended up in hospital, have my good arm pumped full of antibiotics (couldn't understand that, you'd have thought they would have used the bad one). So being pretty much confined to bed, with my arm in a hoist cunningly contrived from a pillowcase, I was a bit stuck for things to photograph, and had to settle for a candid shot of my lovely nightie.

To add insult to injury there was no wifi in the hospital, so I am now having to catch up. I am being put to shame by my clever sister Leasko, who has reached the impressive total of 300 blips without a .... well, without a blip, really.