. . . . as Scarlett O'Hara famously said. Perhaps I should add her other famous expressions, "Great balls of fire!" and "Fiddle-de-dee" too. Anyway, today IS another day. I am feeling better than yesterday, following the removal of the offending "toof". It's finally stopped bleeding too. The taste of blood has little to recommend it.
I've caught up on some recorded programmes on tv, watched self-reliant Alaskan Bush People (!) and come to the conclusion there must be a lot of such people in Alaska as they seem to do an awful lot of filming up there! Cheap perhaps.
Some more stitching has been done on my hexi runner - though it was evening before I could face it - and I am now able to have hot drinks again - my cup of Earl Grey was very welcome this morning.
I managed to make a fresh loaf yesterday (a quick one in the breadmaker, finished off crisper in the oven) - half and half white and oat bran flours, which is our favourite. I had to take my antibiotics with food, and this was soft enough to eat without a problem.
I'd defrosted some mince for tea, so OH had his with gravy, peas and mash, and mine went into a sort of mince risotto I am fond of - mince, onion, stock cube & water, dried vegetables, rice and a good squeeze of tomato puree. You can add what you like to it, but it is quick to make and just what the invalid needed.
On the cards for today are some gentle housework, grocery shopping and trying to shoehorn some more stock into the Unit. I need to take photos too, for its Facebook page.
At first light, when I pulled the curtains open, it was quite fierce out there - a wannabee baby gale blowing, and scudding grey clouds, but it has cleared to blue skies now. A flock of ever-changing sparrows, blue tits, great tits, chaffinches, and the occasional Woody woodpecker and nuthatch are on the feeders and a jackdaw is finishing off well-pecked apples on the cooking apple tree. It's much colder and my friends Dawn and Pam reported smatterings of snow last night (then it rained). Winter has arrived it seems.