Moving the bus

I'm exceeding glad my sprained wrist is repairing . It is almost returned to the size of the other. My nose is still sporting its interlocking directorate of plasters. It lacks elegance still.

Time for something fabulous to happen. Back home. On the bus and here it is being straightened by the driver who thought his parking was insufficient. The next day (back blipping) is now the moment to start 'fabulous'. I'll welcome it, embrace it.