As you may, or may not, know I was bitten by a cat a couple of weeks ago. And, foolishly, in the spirit of 'not wanting to make a fuss or put anybody out' I didn't get antibiotics straight away. Oh no, I wated for 24 hours so that it could get infected good and proper, and then got antibiotics. But the infection I got wasn't susceptible to those antibiotics and I was then hospitalised for nearly a week and signed off work for a further 2 weeks. And today I have discovered that I've developed a sore under the dressing which is oozing quite a lot of blood.
All of whichis a long winded way of accounting for any failures of punctuation, grammar, spelling et cetera because I am typing one-handed and, frankly, can't be bothered to go back and edit.
As a consequence of all the cutting of the grass, the wildilfe in the fields was obviously much disturbed.
But hang on a moment, I hear you cry. What is that brown blurry thing in the middle of the picture?
What? This brown, blurry thing?
Bye bye, kite!