Tuesday

I wrote a whole load of stuff earlier. Apparently I didn’t save it. Anyway, some work at Hannah’s, drove home, did the rest of the work, chatted with my house mates, the dog and the cat. They all appear well. Except Will when he arrived home with a blood covered finger that he shut in his friend’s front door. I swept into action with water, a clean tea towel and a plaster. Total first aid people.