No long blogs for now. Granny is typing this with one finger. After taking bath last night to celebrate 1) wearing but successful family week 2) renewal of (mostly) domestic bliss with Beloved, she slips on wet floor and sprains her right wrist. Very painful. Ibuprofen now oral intake of choice. Just as well she is left-handed. She can't drive even so and Seville oranges still not turned into marmalade will now have to be frozen till wrist recovered. (Six to eight weeks claims google-found website, cheerfully.) This is the weather indoors. Outdoors blows a furious calima (East wind ie) it's grey dusty and and about as cheerful as granny feels.
Still she tracked down a stone curlew. An endangered species it turns out. Tiresome Terrier's exploit still more to be deplored.
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ReplyDeleteSix to eight weeks?? That seems sort of extravagant, doesn't it? No good, anyway. I hope it's not too painful, or for too long.
That's a great pic of Beloved in the world.