hooray for being out in the sun and the wind, not stuck in the house watching phil and fern, and wondering what's on e4.

had a real day and felt like a well person with an arm in a sling.

the surgeon reassured me that the numbness in my arm didnt mean another operation, and reassured himself that he hadn't cut a key nerve that would mean i wouldnt be able to move my arm properly. i felt a tinge of bedside manner from him which is unusual - he's a nice man, but not mr touchy feely. but then he is an orthopaedic bloke and apparently they're the rugger buggers of surgery. which is saying something

went to work and offered a peek at my scar but got no takers. actually it's still at the gross-ish end of the scale i think.

won a lolly pop in the sandwich shop for knowing that 'a boy named sue' is a johnny cash song.

walked home in the gloaming. watched the kids play with sparklers at no.10 and then predictably got annoyed that they werent in bed by 8. hey ho.

this flag is advertising a kylie exhibition at kelvingrove museum. she is sooo tiny, her costumes look like they were made for a doll.