The Wednesday with a scabby nose

Hi,

I got away for a run at lunchtime yesterday with Serge.  I made him talk the entire way in an attempt to try and keep pace with him.  Didn't work.  He killed me.  But so happy I went for the run.  I need to go twice a week to actually make it easier.

A giant iced latte.  Pre nose scab.  :-)

I left work a tad early to go to see Falko the skin specialist as a referral from the GP.  Remember the infamous felt pen and pencil appointment a few weeks back?  Yeah - that follow up.

Took the cable car up.  I feel like such a tourist jumping on that.  And the day was stunning - Wellington at its finest.

Tourist!

Specialist decided to take off the lesion thingy and send it away for testing.  I wandered home after that, looking like a member of Flight Club.

First rule of Fight Club:  don't talk about Fight Club.

Hahahah.

Selfie mode to show off my plaster 

But the funny thing was, I left my phone on selfie mode, and this morning it surprised Andrew.  Yes!

Hah!  Selfie mode caught out Andrew!

Cheers, Andrew.  No plaster - but a scabby nose.

And no plaster anymore.  And the scab is forming - but so far up my nose that I can't really see it.  So, that's good.  No cross-eyed looks from me as it catches my eye.

Left my cufflinks at home.  Rolled up sleeve look today

And...  I have no cufflinks today.  I look like I mean business with my cuffs rolled up.  Well, actually, I have just left my jacket on.  Hahahah.  Hiding purple shirt Thursday is not ideal.

Have a great day!

Love,
Angela