The Future's Bright, The Future's Orange

The future isn't looking very bright for me but I got a fillip from chatting with friendly, orange-haired Cameron who returned my old orange ride-on mower from orange logoed Ernest Doe. He is a Honda enthusiast into Civic Type Rs, which he works on himself. He wants a Honda S2000.

My daughter dropped in for lunch and I was feeling quite happy. I took Mish out to play before I left for the shops. I replaced a split pin in the little trailer that I use to take my shopping from the car to the house. I was shocked when I walked into the kitchen. There was a pool of blood on the floor. I didn't know whether it was Mish's or MrQ's. I found Mish cowering in the hall. Blood was pouring from her nose. I washed the area and peered up it with my head torch. I then bound a towel very tightly round her muzzle and held it there. She is such a good patient. I'm sure she understood that I was helping her. Such a relief when the bleeding stopped. I think she must have stuck a twig or something up it. I know from personal experience that when noses bleed they can do it alarmingly.