see off

After yesterday evening's nonsenses it was nice to be able to get the wingpiglet to Waverley in order to see granny and grandad onto the train before heading to the hospital for the appointed inspection of his knobbly left thumb. As half-suspected it's a lumpy thumb-tendon not running under the sheath properly which will either fix itself or not - it's been there at least a year already with no sign of stopping so might end up needing to be poked at in a couple of years' time, when it will at least be easier for Edgar to understand why he would be prevented from eating for several hours prior to any fixing-procedure.