One-Handed

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

I went to visit Dee today. She broke her wrist before Christmas and then needed an operation. It’s fair to say that broken bones don’t really add to the festive cheer. She mastered pulling up her pants fairly quickly but tightly closed jars have proved insurmountable.

It was lovely to see her and we had a very nice afternoon. Dee was telling me that she used to work in a pharmacy when she was 15. She quickly moved past the initial feelings of embarrassment when people bought condoms and had settled into selling vast quantities of Insette hairspray when a man came in and passed a folded note across the counter. She unfolded it to read “I have lice”.

And no, it wasn’t head lice!

C