Part of yesterday was nice at work, traveled through a part of norfolk I've never been to before, through Cley marshes (by that "hook" bit on the norfolk coast as you look on a map). Looks great, plenty of people enjoying a walk or bird watching. Could see "ribbons" of birds flying around the marshes.
I think it's my turn to join the Kitz sick room. Caught my forearm on the latch on the bath room door. didn't think much of it at the time, just a graze. Actualy managed to remove a fair patch of skin. Now, oh-dear looks nasty. Luckily got some alcohol wipes to keep it as sterrile as possible but wow does that stuff sting
Reminds me of that sketch where Homer Simpson teaches Bart to shave and splashes on some aftershave
