In the grand tradition of all blues singers, I woke up this morning - trouble was, my right eye felt a bit odd. I looked in the mirror to be astounded by the fact that the white of my eye had turned entirely purple-crimson! It felt dry and itchy and my vision was blurred. So, instead of going off to look for plants this morning I was at Epsom Hospital (via a very efficient 111 call).
Before all of that, I had put out the MV last night, so, one-eyed or not, they needed doing. A slightly better haul than of late (but that is all relative, it's still pants). Highlight (!) was a Shoulder-striped Wainscot (above).
Back at the hospital, the doctor informed me that I had apparently suffered a subconjunctival haemorrhage - not uncommon and not serious. I just look like an extra from the Walking Dead. Last June it was a tick and suspected Lyme Disease - maybe next June I can go for bovine TB.
|Nice eh? I won't be winning any 'Bonny Baby' competitions for a while, will I|