Christmas Break

This Christmas will be remembered as 'the one when Bert had a broken arm'. Or possibly had a broken arm. He has had more diagnoses than we've had turkey dinners, and his cast has been on and off like ... well ... like a tart's drawers.

And Bert has talked of nothing else. I now know everything I need to know (and a bit more besides) about scaphoid, capitate and triquetral fractures of the hand.

Spot the red electrical tape on the cast - this was Bert's addition after reading up about scaphoid fractures on the Internet, and deciding that they hadn't supported his thumb properly. (I don't know what he is doing with his 'good' hand...perhaps expressing his views about the various doctors he has seen.)

For those of you who can be bothered to find out the whole story, see my next post for the letter Bert has just hand-delivered to the hospital (using his good hand, obviously). In the meantime, here are a few pics of Bert 'taking it easy' over the Christmas break.

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It's surprising how many household tasks can be undertaken one-handed (although squeezing the mop and changing the water were quite challenging - thank goodness he's got me on hand to order around).
	Another of those essential Christmas tasks - refitting the kitchen plinth (as you do). Oh dear! Bert's good hand just got stuck and all I can do is laugh (and take photos).
When the electric mixer broke down at a critical stage of making the christmas cake, Bert had a brainwave. Lucky he's got so many powertools. And yes, that's a wooden spoon fitted into the drill. The cake was fab.