HAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON

A day of family matters. Sister K is back at home now with her arm plated inside and out. The surgeon told her it looked as though a grenade had gone off inside her wrist and it was the worst she'd seen for many years. No driving for three months. Thank goodness it's not her dominant hand, but we're now talking about how to get Mum back into her own home as soon after her vaccination as is safe to do so.

I had an hour's wander around the very muddy cemetery, hoping to blow a lurking headache away, but it's still here. Not bad, but just making its presence felt. It's the tension between too much happening on one level and nothing happening on another.