Morning, all! Gosh, it’s busy round here!
The manky toe is fine, thank you (still looks manky though, but DGS2 is delighted that we have “matching black”). It turned out it was just a trauma injury after all, so obviously I’ve dropped something on it, stubbed it or one of the DGS has jumped on it (the most likely scenario), and I’ve not even remembered. Now there’s a surprise….
I thoroughly bamboozled the optician at my contact lens appointment on Tuesday – I have one lens for close work and one for distance and it turns out I’ve been consistently wearing them in the wrong eyes (still mine, though
) for months. Of course I claimed to be absolutely sure I was following the instructions on the packet – then I immediately told her to scrap that, my “absolutely sure” these days is a 50/50 gamble. And as it happens, the instructions on the box won. To think I was once trusted to do a responsible job
Mind you, I’ve just filled in an official form that apparently has to be returned by Thursday 14 February and which states two completely different return addresses, neither of them with a postcode. I assume this form was compiled by someone younger than me (though maybe not – it could be another disgruntled 50’s baby whose state retirement date has been cruelly snatched from her
). Form-filling, ugh – no wonder you’re weary, jg, though jumping through all those hoops must be very good exercise 
Loved your laundry story, Anya - when washing machines turn bad! I bet you’re relieved to be back under your own roof
, even if not yet surrounded by your own things.
I hope you enjoyed Happy Valley, jg - you need a fairly strong stomach for it, but I love it. It’s set around here, so we’re forever pausing the action when we see buildings and roads, and even people and cars, we know. It’s a wonder we can follow the plot, really – especially with the subtitles obscuring the bottom of the screen (due to DH’s poor hearing or Sarah Lancashire’s mumbling, depending entirely on your point of view
).
Just my reading group to walk to today, but I’ll dig out the stepper later in a vain attempt to catch you lot up.