Roses are Red……

Another day with a disfunctional leg but I’m allowed a bit more weight bearing so can use the zimmer instead of the wheel chair a little more.

My lovely nurse neighbour popped in this afternoon with illicit goodies to tempt me during the evening hours. She had also kindly offered to remove my stitches on Friday if Daughter#2 could provide a stitch cutter. However she was stood down when the said daughter told me she would personally remove them. When I queried her ability because that is generally a nurse’s job, she gave me the withering response of who do you think does it when the nurse can’t manage. Well all I can say is I hope she doesn’t hurt me………

Seventeen red roses and you might be forgiven for thinking there is an ardent male suitor in the background. No, they were provided by my school friend who identifies as a cis white female. I think she is happy with that description.