On a recent blog I mentioned my big toenails coming off. In March I played my first game of golf for the year. My golf shoes had wintered in the garage. Thye felt a bit tight when I put them on, but didn’t think too much of it at the time. However, by the time I had reached the 14th they were really pinching my toes.

The upshot is my big toes were very bruised. As a result the toe nails came off last week. It was painless, and I have some lovely new ones starting to grow. Isn’t nature wonderful. I offered to make a guitar pick for Nikki from one of my toenails. This totally grossed her out.

Tricia has a real stinker of a cold, and is down at the moment. She is taking a whole heap of brownies on a holiday next week, and is getting a bit stressed about getting everything ready. The cold isn’t helping.

I am supposed to be writing an essay on the femininity of Medea, and Eliza Doolittle (compare and contrast). My OU course is nearing completion and I have a backlog of work to do….