Things are looking up, the wounds have improved. We are now just laying on, not packing the wounds with aquacell. Progress indeed.
Meet kim in starbucks for lunch - just in time despite my recent erring to tardiness
Back home via Tesco where I acquire ready meal goodness for Tea. Kieran arrives at the crucial moment of serving. A scantily clad jean places a pasta chicken bake, ham and mush (I love it when caffs do that on menus) tagliatellle, and a southern fried chicken for ally. He has generously arrived with a sampe of the library goodies. Which I snaffle, he senses the haste a jean communicayes a reverie of despair from kitchen through the good offices of the microwave dinger. Dinner despatched almost on the hoof its away to the Glaxo for Ally and I Jean to follow later. Top stuff. Get to the centre and tonights caretaker is Gerry a bear of a man, from St Lucia. A good turnout and as usual it passes all too quickly. Back home and chill.
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