when marigold is no good, you get roses

Although GP nurse managed to take stitches off from my finger, (and it was, I tell you, bl***y agonising!) it hasn’t healed as much as we wished. This is apparently because the state of the wound was ‘squashed’ like a tomato (expression by the nurse), not a ‘clean cut’, which would have been fixed quicker. Instead my finger is still ‘weepy’. (like a tomato?) Due to the nature of my work, I was given Dr’s sick note and am still off from clay (and water when it comes to that) for another week. With somewhat guilty feeling, I have been trying to make the most of my sick leave, doing untouched housework like piles of ironing and washing up with a half pair of marigold that doesn’t fit properly, and things that have been postponed till ‘when you have more time’, such as editing last family trip video, tidying up the front garden and sewing a teapot cover, with one hand. Actually stupidly inefficient, of course. 

Nevertheless, here is the good thing that happened this morning. Since I am not able to drive, I walk to those small town shops to get my chores done. On the way, there was a council man who was cutting roses in a street garden ready for the winter. Still half blossomed. I intriguingly asked what would happened to those cut roses and he said all get chucked away. I was saddened for the amount of beautiful waste-to-be, and could not resist to ask one more question. Answer was the above picture. I gave him a piece of ginger bread man bought from our local bakery for thanks. He smiled and I smiled. xm