The peg bag turned up. It was in a box of toiletries - well of course it was. I was able to hang out a whole line of washing today.
The cement was duly imprinted - all the cats were safely shut in the house, but my bedroom window, handily close to the garden wall, was open, and
The dentist smoothed the sharp edges of my broken tooth, pronounced it fit to last for some time, and we drew up a plan involving root canal, post and crown work. Not pleasant, but horribly familiar.
Oh, and in the shower today, I found I had acquired my first tick, firmly attached to that part of my inner knee where I have those old-lady broken veins. One third of all ticks carry Lyme Disease and other nasty things, so if I keel over in the ni