Nurse Moth

Moth, a cat of wonderful empathy and kindness, looked after me wonderfully well last night: that is, she curled up in a little grey and orange ball and never left my side.  I wouldn't have trusted Gramsci: his enthusiasm for head-butting and stretching his paws out over my face wasn't exactly what I needed.

The face - and a million thanks to all of you for your kind wishes and concern - is aching and sore, but at least the terrifying pressure bandage can come off tomorrow afternoon and be exchanged for something more modest.  It certainly made an impression on my class ... (I hope they took on board that sunscreen-wearing message): one student even wrote me this evening to check in, and share her concern, which was beyond sweet and kind of her.  Sometimes one just loves them... Anyway, I made it through the day, though I couldn't manage to follow the instructions not to smile or laugh too much.  I hadn't anticipated quite how exhausted I'd feel, but will try for another good night's sleep under Moth's calm guidance.