My attacker

See Wednesday’s entry (two days ago) for the back story.

Thumbs are quite opposable
And really not disposable
To be without one whilst it’s healing
Has left me dexterously reeling.
A curse upon you, foul trip hazard
You’ve left me feeling low and knackered …

I got a lot done today actually. But it isn’t easy washing up with one hand and every time I knock it, it hurts like something that rhymes with luck. Chopping up sweet potatoes is hard work too, even with my new and very sharp kitchen knives. Or am I tempting fate by even trying?

Quite a few flooded roads locally after yesterday’s downpours. And now colder weather is forecast. Ice, ice baby …