No walkies today. Fiddled about and didn't get one in before the doctor. Then I came home to avoid a drowning. Black clouds were piling up over the Peninsula and there was a nice shower when I got home.
Blasted toe. It's infected. Doesn't hurt much or stop me from walking but the infection's a bit stubborn. I'm on my fourth lot of antibiotics now.
I've had ingrown toenails since I was a nipper. They're not much trouble. Bit of weekly maintenance and that's it. But they do get a mild infection every now and then and, if I ignored it, my toe would turn black, curl up and drop off.
Presumably toe infections also give you weird dreams. Last night's saw me sitting in an open-topped cable car whizzing round a nice autumnal garden. A tiny piano was playing automatically in the corner and a visitor kept telling me Richmond won the woodland roof. Yeah. Okay.