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Sunday, 25 August 2019

A small accident with an even smaller thorn

Is it really August Bank Holiday in England?  Wall-to-wall sunshine and temperatures far in excess of what Management and Millie consider acceptable.  I am OK until it gets above 40 degrees, so no heatwave woes from me πŸ€£.   Yesterday was brilliant and we made a start on the first hedge cutting of the year.  A garden this size with multiple (large) evergreen hedges and ludicrously fertile soil - much cutting and shredding is required each season and we regularly fail to get all the way round.

I had a great day - Millie not so much:  she got bored when she found herself the only person in the Cottage Garden for 15 minutes and this was the result:



I am, as you know, Cruel.  Mean and Heartless.  That particular Horticultural Endeavour has been curtailed:



The Honourable Lady M. made her disgust known by INSISTING that she joined us, and no trying to persuade her back indoors was going to work.  So, of course, she won and Management took on "standing next to her with a hand on the collar" duties whilst I did hedge stuff!  She's just too stinking cute to get bothered about it.  πŸ•πŸΎ





(he only let go long enough for me to take these pictures)


Today was meant to be a repeat performance.  I made an early start but whilst I was cutting back some berberis that had come through from next door, I got the tiniest thorn embedded in the knuckle of my ring finger.  It is almost too small to see, but has landed (I think) on the Ulnar Nerve.  I'm splinted and strapped up until such time as it works its way out enough that we can get a pair of tweezers in there . . .



(splinted so I cannot bend my finger, and if I cannot bend it then the thorn doesn't dig into the nerve . . . an awful lot of dressing for something which cannot be seen with anything less than a 10x magnifier!)


No point in getting upset, time to find a shady spot where Lady Millicent and I can be cool and concentrate on the Kindle.   Management braved the heat and popped out to get some fresh veg, bless him; clearly The Universe thinks I should be having a quiet day and this was her way of making me put my feet up.  πŸ₯°




EDIT:   AARGH......  that will bloody teach me.  Whilst I have been writing this, I've also been boiling a couple of eggs, fancied egg mayonnaise for lunch.  The eggs were cooked, peeled, and sitting by a chopping board when I left the kitchen to check the progress of the photo uploads.  When I went back to the kitchen there were no eggs . . .  Management had the cheek to say "are you sure that's where you left them?"   

Clearly lurchers like eggs . . . that nice [now] empty space on the tea towel was easy pickings for Lady Millicent.  Little bugger.  πŸ€£





(She's still stinking cute, but my lunch is going to be late!)




23 comments:

  1. Hoping the thorn makes it's way out of your finger soon.
    Lurchers are well known for counter surfing. You'll have to make sure everything is out of her reach. Carol's lurcher Eric grabbed the wing of our turkey one Christmas, hot from the oven!

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    1. Thanks Eileen. The laugh is that I keep telling Management “don’t leave anything where she can reach it” but it is me who got caught out first.

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  2. Oh my word! She's a little tinker!
    We had a good day too yesterday, still celebrating a birthday, family and fun stuff, then to the art expo and found I'd sold a painting so it was my turn to do the loony lurcher zoomies!

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    1. Oh Happy, Happy πŸ’ πŸ‘ 😊 So you ~did~ have the magic "little sticker on the frame" that I had my fingers crossed for, well done! As there is probably no video, I expect you to demonstrate your own Loony Lurcher Zoomy next time I see you. xx

      Huggles for the remainder of The Birthday Weekend.

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    2. Oh my sweet! Keep thinking on magic 'little sticker on the frames' thoughts - thank you xx

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  3. I hope you manage to get that pesky thorn out. It sounds painful.
    Millie sounds such a lot of fun. I suspect any festive decorations are going to be minimal this year. X

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    1. Thank you Jules. It is finally out and not without significant pain - think the shock of hitting your "funny bone" - over and over again.

      Christmas decorations - I had already considered the danger that my lovely tree will be in - and decided not to think about it for a couple of months! What she doesn't knock over will probably be "mouthed" to death πŸ€ͺπŸ•

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  4. Dear Jayne
    Yikes - what an 'exciting' time - digging, splinters and an egg thief! Never a dull moment with the Hon Lady M around (but I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way!)
    Best wishes
    Ellie

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    1. Thanks Ellie. We've had even more "excitement" since . . . M. took her for a walk before supper, and she sat down for a cuddle, and sat on a bee. M. was able to immediately get the sting out with his fingernail and I've had a sodium bicarb poultice on it, but the poor girl has a very swollen leg and is not happy.

      I shall be glad when it is time to go (early) to bed and get today over with.

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  5. I'm glad you managed to get rid of the thorn and hope it hasn't left any infection behind.

    Sorry but I laughed at the missing eggs, Millie is turning out to be a proper little devil :) I remember years ago when my ex first got Sam - our two little dogs couldn't reach the work top so any food was safe but Sam was a much bigger dog and he could. He nicked a still frozen pork steak one day, took it into the garden and ate the lot. Everything was put well out of reach after that!

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    1. Thanks Eunice, I'm laughing too, but Millie is no 'devil', she is young, cheeky, mischievous and still to learn a lot of boundaries.
      Our supper now defrosts on the top of the tall fridge and not on the top of the cooker like it used to!

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  6. Oh dear, seems the saying, it comes in threes, could have been made for today. Hopefully the two ladies injuries heal quickly & you can enjoy the glorious late summer weather. Take care.

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    1. Thank you Susan. Everyone has benefited from a good nights sleep and there seem to be no lasting effects from yesterday :-)

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  7. How awful! You with a thorn and The Honorable Millie with a sting. I hope you both recover soon.
    Our Maisie was a counter surfer when she first came to us. We kept the counters clean and she eventually learned. Millie will learn too, she's a smart one!

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    1. Thanks Pattie - all recovered now.

      I think all lurchers have the potential to be 'counter surfers'. Management thinks it is hilarious that I was telling him to be careful where we left things but it was MY lunch that got stolen :-)

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  8. oh, ouch ... a 'thorn attack' can be miserable- once upon a time, I decided the lattice surrounding a part of one of our porches would benefit from something colorful, and I planted bougainvillea- it proved to be hardy, colorful, and relentless with its huge thorns- pruning it back (which was necessary several times a year because that stuff really takes off) was an invitation to disaster/injury- I still miss the beautiful and dependable flowers, but it finally had to go-
    you did have a beautiful 'helper' though ... she really seems to enjoy being right in the middle of things (that includes your lunch too)- I'm sure she enjoyed her unexpected treat-
    'puppy training' continues ... Olivia sneers at the progress (or lack of) I make and plots something dire when this visitor leaves us-
    hope your Bank Holiday is uneventful- regards from this side of the Big Pond-
    barb

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    1. Hi Barb, well I did not know that bourganvillea could be such a thug. Shame because it is quite beautiful, but too tender to survive up here.

      Please tell Olivia that Management sympathises with the trials of having a large, boisterous puppy in the house . . .

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  9. So glad to hear that you got the thorn out, that sounded really painful. Epsom salts kept in place by a plaster is a great and painless way of getting thorns out if you ever get another one. It sounds like you need to have eyes everywhere with Millie around and be one step ahead of her too!

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    1. Thank you so much, m'dear. I always have a big bucket of Epsom Salts available for baths, and did not know that you could use it to draw out thorns. As getting stuck with nasty prickly stuff is a regular occurrence here, I am sure it will not be too long before I get to try it out.

      You are 100% about Millie - eyes, ears, 6th sense and clairvoyance. She is gorgeous when deeply asleep though πŸ€ͺπŸ•

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  10. 1 am with the two Ms. It’s been far too hot.

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    1. Sorry Sue, Google is being a little erratic sending me 'comment notification' emails.

      I beg to differ - hot is 44 degrees when a friend went to Turkey, the UK just gets nicely warm!

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  11. are you okay there? ... olivia, the galloping guest, and i miss hearing 'your voice'-
    regards from this side of the pond-
    barb

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    1. Hi Barb, thank you for checking up on me. We are all fine, just not enough hours in the day.

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