50 shades of J

Ok, not fifty, only six. That's generally enough though. She's looking very well indeed now and she's slowly reducing the painkiller dose, intent on not being reliant open it. She certainly brings colour to my life.

The mist from yesterday is still pouring down off the Cotswold Escarpment, even chillier than before. Good sense therefore took me out first for a playground inspection, and then to finish mowing the grass that I started mowing yesterday. Brrr.

I guess before long we might consider visitors by appointment (like the Queen). There's still a long term risk of picking up germs and stuff, as the immune system is still, will always be, depleted. But you can't live life in a bubble eh. So if you're planning a visit, do call first.