Mud-slingers

16 June 2005

It looks like we might be getting a family of house martins stuck to the side of our house this summer. Two were flying about yesterday evening, doing a bit of mud-slinging, so this roving reporter roved all the way out of the front door to have a look:

I went for an x-ray the day before yesterday as my GP wanted to check that I don’t have a predisposition to kidney stones. I had to have a contrast injection which, thanks to my funny elbows and Agnetha Fältskog-like veins, leaked a bit into my muscle. It hurt a bit, went a bit red and swollen, but now all I’ve got to show for it is a little green bruise. If that had happened to either of the olds, they’d be black and blue all over and would have probably lost a pint of blood just to make a point.

We’ve got a new carpet in the sitting room and conservatory now. It’s very posh – although it doesn’t take much to be posher than the threadbare faded thing it replaced! Anyway, we’re back to being a “shoes off!” house. Should make it interesting when it comes to the summer party…