First thing in the morning, up the veg garden with with the dog, my peace was disturbed by the next door geese (those big white farmyard geese - they have a large flock of them) having a bit of a barny, and making even more noise than usual. So I nipped up on top of the dyke, where there's a hole in the hedge (this is where we stand to take photos of auroras) to get a better view of the local Goose War. It was interesting watching several of them ganging up on another one, chasing it with wings flapping furiously. Fine. Curiosity satisfied. But on the way up on to the dyke, I very slightly lost my balance, wobbled a wee bit, put my left hand out to steady myself, and managed to puncture it on a big thorn in the hawthorn hedge. It hurt! It bled! I took it back into the house, cleaned it up, put a plaster on it, and more or less forgot about it.
And then, thorn attack No.2. Later in the afternoon, on a walk with the
dog, we were crossing one of those impossibly narrow footbridges that
cross drainage ditches in Lakeland fields. I put my right hand out to
brush aside the overhanging vegetation, only to discover too late that
it consisted mainly of brambles. So: thorn injuries on both hands now.
Only then did the significance of the day occur to me. Good Friday - crown of thorns. Hmm... Was somebody up there trying to tell me something? Maybe I was supposed to be in church on Good Friday afternoon?
Well, I dunno. But the injury on my left hand is still hurting, and I think it may be infected as it's swelling up a bit, and the doctor's surgery doesn't seem to be open at weekends, and since Monday's a bank holiday I may have to wait until Tuesday to get it seen to. By that time my hand may be the size of a balloon, which will make playing sax for the morris dancers on Easter Monday a bit tricky. I'll try doing some phoning in the morning and find out what one's supposed to do in these circumstances. It's not bad enough to go to A&E, (not yet, anyway!) and besides I think I've heard the A&E at our nearest hospital (Whitehaven - not really near at all!) has closed now. You can see I don't have much to do with doctors or hospitals - I'm very much out of touch with procedures.
Guess I should have gone to church....
Only then did the significance of the day occur to me. Good Friday - crown of thorns. Hmm... Was somebody up there trying to tell me something? Maybe I was supposed to be in church on Good Friday afternoon?
Well, I dunno. But the injury on my left hand is still hurting, and I think it may be infected as it's swelling up a bit, and the doctor's surgery doesn't seem to be open at weekends, and since Monday's a bank holiday I may have to wait until Tuesday to get it seen to. By that time my hand may be the size of a balloon, which will make playing sax for the morris dancers on Easter Monday a bit tricky. I'll try doing some phoning in the morning and find out what one's supposed to do in these circumstances. It's not bad enough to go to A&E, (not yet, anyway!) and besides I think I've heard the A&E at our nearest hospital (Whitehaven - not really near at all!) has closed now. You can see I don't have much to do with doctors or hospitals - I'm very much out of touch with procedures.
Guess I should have gone to church....
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