My fucking split lip has swelled up and gone bright red. Whether this is an infection, a reaction to the chemicals in the hot tub or a reaction to the aloe vera lipsalve I bought on Monday, I have no idea; but it hurts and it's nasty. Not happy.
And some fucking pea-brained local adrenaline junkie - living within 500 yards of me, I might add - has picked tonight for the first firework display of the autumn. I didn't think they were even on fucking sale yet; perhaps he's saved them from last year. Luckily, he gave me a short preview several hours ago when it first got dark, and I gave Spike a melatonin then. So he's coping uncharacteristically well now. Small mercies. Once again we are massively grateful to
cottonmanifesto. Love you!