Mr Clumsy stubbed Mr Pinky-toe on bad, bad Mr Bed Leg. And it's all Mr Bed Leg's fault for being there. Where it's always been. On that same spot. Forever and ever, amen.
Mr Pinky-toe and his neighbour are a glorious technicolour now so the photo doesn't do it justice, the colours didn't develop until yesterday morning. Mr Pinky-toe here is being iced while HRH had her paws full trying to look after two sickie parents. (She has to do it in comfort, with a chin rest. It's a royalty thing.)
L very generously allowed me to take this picture since I "might need content for the blog".
On Monday, along with the cough mixture and painkiller for the respiratory tract infection, the doctor also issued anti-inflammatories. Let's just say that with the swollen toe now, the anti-inflammatories are doing a two-in-one job and L is getting his money's worth.
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