Well, the good news is that it doesn’t really hurt.

However, I am in a bit of a quandry. You see, I can’t decide whether or not to cut the flap of skin off. Is it aiding the healing process, or holding it back? What would you do in my situation? Suggestions on a postcard to the usual address please.

These 3 photos demonstrate the various positions that my ‘Flappy’ as I affectionately call him, is capable of taking.

In Other Finger News the sister finger on my left hand is feeling empathetic towards that on the right as my glove had a hole in, and I have been working clearing brambles all day. It was, actually, really rather enjoyable and very rewarding. I opened-up two previously intraversable (sp? ‘can’t be walked through’) snickets in the depths of this rather large garden. I do worry about hitting toads with my rather powerful strimmer though. I know that there’s a fair few about, under the leaf mould, and if I hit one it would no doubt become instantly polverised, with it’s inards shooting straight into my face, the fluid passing through the mesh that protects me from flying stones and into my mouth. Urgh.

In Non-Finger News this morning I was woken up by the sound of voices, those of the two oldies distinguished owners of the Welsh Garden Project where I work and reside in the holidays.

After a few seconds of listening to their conversation in the hallway, I thought, “Oh no! They’re speaking in white-on-black, not black-on-white! I can’t understand a word they’re saying!” Thing is, I remained convinced that that was the case for several minutes, until reality was able to wrench me from the clutches of post-sleep daziness.

Well, I must get to work on this thorn-filled finger with a needle. Good job the two fingers I type with aren’t affected eh?