This post is taking me longer to write than normal, as my little finger is incapacitated. I was over zealous with a club hammer, and wasn't concentrating properly. I was so glad I have a first aid tin in the shack, but it was a challenge to release a plaster from the packet one handed.
I was doing so well too - I'd made a good deep hole, had selected a strong post, and had lined everything up. I had plans to finish the fencing and transplant stawberries today, but I have to know when to take a step back. I'm reminded of the stern warning on a sign as you enter the allotments to warn off intruders - DANGER! - and actually there is some substance to it. It's especially true when a pixie full of spring energy isn't properly grounded.
Anyway, some good came out of it. I discovered that when I rested my finger on the branch of the dowager apple tree much of my discomfort melted away. I suppose it might have been psychological, but whatever it was it was beneficial.
It has also led me to a discovery of the healing powers of frankincense essential oil. Coincidentally some arrived in the post today, and I felt it would be a good thing to put a few drops into the water I bathed my finger in. I looked it up, perhaps a little unwisely after I had done it, and apparantly it's been used to heal wounds since ancient times, as it is antiseptic and stops bleeding. It smells nicer than tcp as well.
It was a bit difficult driving home one handed, and I now have to walk back up there again, as I've left my mobile phone on the cold frame.
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