Yesterday was an excellent day. It started with the triumphant cracking of the surgical stocking conundrum and I positively swaggered downstairs, fully dressed without assistance. Various strolls around the garden were completed and a few roses deadheaded before lunch. I even went over the stepping stones (twice to prove it was not a fluke). TheContinue reading “The Hipster Journals (2): from prodigy to pain in the ass”