Monkey magic....

I finally had enough of sitting on a stool, with my leg wrapped in plastic, and hanging out the side of the bath, having a shower.  I decided to run a bath.  I texted Iain, who freaked out a bit, but told him I'd be fine, but just to keep his phone nearby, just in case!  

I managed into the bath fine, and enjoyed the bubble and a read of my book.  It was just the getting out that was a bit hairy!  

The rest of the day was spent, leg elevated, reading, finishing The Sinner and emailing friends.  

This is monkey.  He belonged to my Gran, and used to hang from a cabinet in her front room.  I thought, a while back, that he was one of those collectible Swedish monkeys.  He's not.  Still love him though.