After a very lazy fortnight just sitting in my recliner from around 0300 to midnight watching TV I decided to force myself to get on and do something yesterday. I have been planning on turning Vixen's old cat basket into a bird table for some time so yesterday was the day. I can only manage about 20 minutes at a time in my garage-cum-workshop and had to cut a piece of ply for the base of the table; I usually sit to use my table saw but as I only had a couple of small cuts to make I balanced on one crutch instead to save time; needless to say that I wobbled and managed to slice the top of my thumb! I am OK with dead bodies and other people's limbs hanging off but cannot cope very well if I even cut myself. After swearing and frightening the cat I managed to run it under the tap and seeing the flap hanging off staved off the feeling of sickness and wrapped the wound in copious quantities of kitchen roll. Remarkably whilst I was doing this Vixen decided she wanted some food! Equally remarkably my niece was able to give me a lift to the local hospital. I was only in the A&E waiting room for about 15 minutes but then spent over 3 hours in a treatment cubicle. An Xray revealed that I had also fractured the bone in my thumb. The Dr said that he would numb my thumb and then get a nurse to flush it out; a little while later the nurse came along and set up a saline drip to do the deed, I explained that the Dr had not jabbed it yet and when she spoke to him he merely said that she could get on with the flush and if it hurt me too much he would administer the anaesthetic then! I did get the jab after the flushing exercise and he pulled the wound open for a look then he disappeared and returned about half an hour later; he had spoken to a specialist in our County Hospital who had decided that he wants to see it today so a dressing was put on and I was given a rough piece of paper with instructions written on it in hieroglyphics. Next problem, organising transport to Truro for this morning as I no longer have a car after the DVLA withdrew my licence on disability grounds and which can take as long as an hour to get to from my place. The Hospital Car Service were unable to help as it was short notice; my baby sister is working; my Niece is travelling to Bristol with her other 4 kids to visit her 8 year old son who is having cancer treatment; and my brother in law is playing golf! Luckily one of my two close mates, a fellow veteran, is coming to pick me up at 0830 and will return to the hospital to bring me home once they have done whatever they decide to do. How about that for a bit of excitement in an otherwise boring existence?