Huttonian is in Purdah today-skulking indoors to avoid frightening the horses. Yesterdays surgery in Embra left part of my face looking like the result of a battering from Amir Khan the New British boxing hopeful. To murmurs of sympathy (three, no less, in the post office) I ask well wishers to consider the plight of 'the other fella' but I did notice that, however sympathetic, people are most reluctant to look at me, and who is to blame them: hence my retreat inside.
My condition has its advantages; no stooping. Ha! No weeding, fruit picking, loading dish washer, washing machine, bed making. No shopping. No 'heavy house work' for 48 hours. Ha! See prohibitions above.
The wife has suggested that I might have some occupational therapy with light silver cleaning. I will need to ask the consultant about that before I commit my self-it seems that the heavy housework rubric might apply as these silver tablespoons are very cumbersome and it is foolish to take risks at this stage.
Sadly it also means no golf-a pity as there is a herd of Duns golf ball chewing horses I would not mind frightening
