Pilchard Tins

Started the morning with heavy duty housework. That was rather brought on by a necessity of health and danger. Yesterday when both Donald and I occupied a small space in the kitchen at the same time a pyrex dish fell from a shelf and shattered on the ground into many, many shards. It does not matter who was to blame for this, of course. (Although, we secretly each blamed each other, as you do).
Anyway, I thought I had meticulously cleaned and cleared every last little piece until a piece so very, very tiny pierced it's way into my bare foot this morning in a quite painful fashion.
To remove it was a trial. Firstly, it was so small as to be invisible to the naked eye. Secondly, pyrex glass is not of some vibrant colouring that can help it to be seen. Thirdly, as I've increased in years (and weight) so I've decreased in body flexibility and I found it very difficult to manoeuvre myself into a position to remove it.
Eventually it was gone and a little pool of blood took it's place but I could walk in a pain-free fashion.
So that meant an extra thorough scourge of the kitchen and it therefore followed that all the rest of the flat be done as all tools were out.

And then Donald arrived and off we did go to the Paula Rego exhibition which I thought I had looked up and slightly thought I may get something from.
I didn't like it at all and was through it and down to the cafe before I think Donald had even reached the 2nd room. He loved it of course and so I waited for him to get his fill of it. By the time we got outside it was raining so a wander along the water of Leith was abandoned as an idea and we headed for Waitrose instead, as you do.
I always think their car parks are nigh on impossible to manoeuvre in but it was ok, I wasn't driving.
The blip picture is of pilchard tins in Waitrose which I thought were really pretty (you might see where I'd have a problem with Paula Rego!)