One of my readers asked if I was OK. The answer id sort of.
I had a run-in with a 200litre hotwater system tank and it tried to decapitate my left pinky finger on Wednesday. The outer shell was loose and my finger slipped into a hole that was around the outlet tap. Because the shell slipped as I wrestled with the tank to drag it outside, my finger got jammed and sliced up.
They couldn't fix it at my hospital and I had to drive 110km to anther hospital in the next city the next day to get the surgery required to fix my finger tip and the damaged fingernail.
I now remember why I hate being a domestic Electrician and doing free-bees for family. I hope to have my parents property on the market soon so I cam back to my own home.
It has been a long 12 months since my dad's death, but I'm still battling alone. Even did a bit of writing the other day. Unfortunately nothing printable at present. Inspiration comes when it comes.