Broken - one teapot

What to do on a wet Friday before Christmas? 

Go for ice cream obviously.

(Notice it's a raspberry sundae. Includes fruit so okay for diets.) 

Which is what my old school friend, Vivien, and I did today.

We wished each other a happy Christmas and agreed to meet again after Vivien has met with felters and harp makers - in the new year rather than heaven.

I was trying to decide if we could still be considered middle-aged. As the alternative is old I decided there was no question about it. We will not be old for at least another fifteen years.

Having been born in the fifties though has left me with a 'need not want' mentality. Regular readers will know I already own a pair of sparkly Doc Martens. The problem is that they are difficult to clean as I fear they will lose their sparkle f I rub too hard - I realise I make it sounds as if I am forever cleaning my boots when really it was a once-only experience - so when I saw bright pink DMs in the shop I was struck with DM-envy. 'Oooh, pretty, I want those.' 

Which is when my granny's voice says, 'There's nothing wrong with the pair you have. You don't need another pair.' So I walk away only occasionally taking backward glances of desire. 

I'm also old school about my Christmas music. I love my collection of cds. I've tried a couple of 'Christmas music' channels but found them repetitive. Indeed I am convinced that Heart Christmas Extra only has ten cds in its repertoire. Now Husband has repaired the music player in the kitchen I can play my cds to my heart['s content.

And speaking of Husband, he summoned me home from Verdi's this morning. 'I've cut my hand! I need you to come and take me to minor ailments clinic.' Because he's on blood thinners he bleeds. A lot. 

By the time I got home the bleeding had stopped thanks to his tourniquet of kitchen towel and elastic bands. I did my nurse bit and cleaned and dressed it and all was well for about an hour. then he started bleeding again.

The trouble is that the cut is right across the knuckle so it opens each time he does anything with his hand. This time I took him the nurse in the doctor's surgery who dressed it and assured us he didn't need stitches. 'But keep your finger straight and don't get it wet.'

So Husband has now has a 'get out of jail card' each time I ask him to do something.

And, what he didn't tell me when he summoned me home was that he'd cut his hand when he broke my teapot.