I am back at Victoria Lane after my surprising house guest from yesterday. Deirdre tried to teach me how to make 'flapjacks' which I believe was just a ploy to get me to say 'flapjack' a bunch of times. I ended up burning the hand I recieved stitches in yesterday. I could be a walking comedy show. At least it made Deirdre laugh. And while I worry that she was laughing at the expense of pain, who am I to judge? Any laughter is better than none.
And at least I didn't have to go to the hospital for this one and get asked questions like 'What did you do, burn yourself?' Yes. Clearly I burned myself. Way to go on that medical degree.
Oh dear, I think spending vast amounts of time here is beginning to affect me.