The UK is much as I left it last September, although we did do a really interesting day trip to the National War Memorial and Arboretum at Alrewas, about 15 miles from my parents’ house. Apart from that, in-laws a bit more doddery (I can say that because they still don’t have a computer.) I’m writing this on my mum’s computer in between hands of Mah-jong.
But I know, dear readers, you all really want to know about my injuries. How has it been, traveling with a broken face? Will I be scarred for life etc etc?
From the beginning it definitely looked worse than it was, especially after Rick Osler (Unusual present coming your way, Rick!) fixed my teeth. I suspect everyone in Barnsley thought Keba had beaten me up, and in fact I wanted to wear a little badge saying “My dog did it!” as I wandered round Asda.
At the start it was liquids through a straw and soft foods only, which was a bit of a PITA, but then again I did lose a few pounds. I can now chew gingerly using everything except the mended teeth, so I can eat an unlimited diet…slowly!
I suspect I am part werewolf, because I’ve always healed well and quickly. At this point the only really noticeable thing is the red and still slightly swollen patch on my upper lip, onto which I am assiduously rubbing scar cream three times daily. The knees are still a bit scabby, too.
So, all’s good. And the first thing I do when I get home will be to buy a spiked collar (Sorry Sam!) and a new non-retractable leash.