Al's bulges are moving down the face. His forehead is getting better but his cheeks are puffy. He can open his eyes, which have big pink eyelids, but they feel scratchy and prickly and, whilst yesterday he couldn't look up (when he managed to force his eyes open a chink), today he can't look down. It's getting better by the hour and he thinks he'll be pretty well back to normal by the morning. I've said I can man the shop in the morning if a whole day would be a bit much for him. We'll see tomorrow. It's more likely that he'll say that he's okay.
Weeza is not too thrilled to discover that Zerlina thinks egg is delicious. Weeza thinks eggs are a bit yucky. This dates right back to her childhood when she used to go and stay with her friends Jacoba and Helena and they camped out in the garden and told ghost/horror stories to lull each other to sleep (or not). One of Jaco's stories involved an Alien-like tale of an egg hatching in its victim's stomach and afterwards neither of them could stomach an egg. Weeza has never really liked them since.
It is cold, but at least the sun came out this afternoon. I checked the greenhouse, just to make sure the propagator is working. It's all nice and warm in there. I've got about 20 or so half-size seed trays in it as well as 11 pots with cucumber seeds. I'll have to see what the temperature is like by the time everything needs pricking out - I suspect I'm not going to have to heat up the other bench. I use one of my greenhouses to start everything off as it's the one with electricity laid on, and plant out into the other one. The third needs major repairs and it won't happen this year I shouldn't think. There are other priorities for our limited time.