Yesterday was S’s birthday:
He celebrated with a new hoodie and this cake (which I did not make). The celebrations were slightly delayed by S having to drive to three separate drug stores looking for steri-strips for me. Those Cutco knives are absolutely lethal! I’m also currently sporting a finger ‘cot’ (although that’s not the first word that springs to mind, honestly).
We’re still getting used to the ‘everyone sharing both cars’ situation. S went to the supermarket this morning and spent a worrying few minutes when he came out, fearing that his car had been stolen, before spotting mine (it’s not very distinctive) and remembering he had had to use my car as D had taken his to the gym.