Quiet Saturday

At least, it was until visiting time when the bay was overrun with visitors and conversation.

No visitors for me today but I did get a lovely e-greeting from Jacquie. The leg is slowly easing and it's no longer fearfully uncomfortable getting up on the commode. Ashwin gave me a ride along the corridor. I couldn't resist calling out 'Wheeee.'

I hate the hospital commodes. Obviously designed for the largest people, they are fashioned in smooth pale turquoise plastic that sticks to the skin. Not designed for people with short legs.

Finished Richard Osman's The Bullet That Missed.