Friday at last...

Well, rather than break with Friday night tradition I thought I might as well just stop in and down a bottle or so of wine.

Stomach is playing up at the moment, which makes drinking somewhat inconvenient. And eating, actually. Fingers crossed that the recommendation on the side of the packets are more guidelines really, than rules.

Rather concerned that I appear to have reached the age at which baking is a suitable weekend activity, but there's not a lot that can be done about that ;)...

Leg still hurts. Bruise somewhat darker in colour but swelling is down.

Right. That's all the wine done. Time for bed.