If my toe continues to change colour I may photograph it. For a horrible couple of hours this morning I thought it was broken. Yesterday afternoon I tripped on a paving stone and stubbed my toe. It was painful, but the pain seemed to subside. When I went to bed I saw it had turned purple. A night’s sleep, and it hurt going up and down the stairs. The whole toe is rather red and the purple patch means I shan’t be carrying out my plan to get my toenails painted after all, but the pain is minimal and I have no problem walking.
More drama over the fruit flies in the compost. There aren’t a huge number and they disperse pretty quickly, but they have become the new pawn in the continuing exertion of control by one of my neighbours who thinks the compost bin should be removed. If anyone reading this has any hot tips on products that discourage the fruit flies, do let me know. The only ones I have seen promise mass extermination. No wonder that I am thinking of braving the rain tomorrow and taking MasterB up to das Boot until Thursday. Wednesday’s forecast is for for a dry day, with rain returning on Thursday. I have work on Friday and over the weekend, so I can’t stay longer.
MasterB has his own drama with yet another cat appearing in the garden, this time a very pretty tabby. It was quite friendly to me, and I couldn’t decide whether it was a potential feline pal for my boy, or yet another aggressor. I’m not sure Masterb knew either. The tabby left without any fisticuffs, but MasterB is using the indoor facilities all the time now. I imagine that if you are just settling down for a quiet pee or a poo in the bushes and are ambushed by an eager black and white youngster or other moggy with pretensions to your territory, it must be pretty unnerving. So we are getting through copies of the Evening Standard like billy-oh, and twice today the bathroom has had to be freshened with rose scented room spray after MasterB evacuated his bowels. Twice. That was a surprise. He has already surprised me by having a daily poo. On das Boot, where I have had ample opprtunity to observe his toilet habits, he only poos every other day.
I have been on play duty too. He has been out for a while tonight, but he’s obviously quite tense about the whole garden sharing thing, so he has preferred to nag me to wave feathers on sticks and throw small objects he can chase. Getting my paperwork done this afternoon was a bit of a challenge. Right now he’s lying on his back by the chair in a sunbather pose. I hope this means he will be happy to sleep when I go to bed shortly.