It's another desperation blip, a fern on the balcony.

Spent a large part of the day discussing the virtues of various double sided fireplaces in Arncliffe.
It seems the one I wanted is very expensive to run and more for effect.
In Blackheath the only effect we want is hot, hot, hot, so it's back to the drawing board.

Carl's cracked a few jokes today, but I'm too tired to laugh.  Recuperation is slow.
Fingers crossed the doc thinks he's well enough to have the next op on Tuesday.