Where did this spindly, veiny thing that has replaced my hand come from? It seems to have inveigled itself onto the end of my arm over the last few years.
The broken shoulder and I have been to Sainsburys. Who knew that nipping out for a cabbage and some lime and salted chocolate could become the highlight of the day?
Or maybe the next two episode's of Killing Eve will surpass the excesses of the afternoon?