Sore bones

I woke up to a beautiful blue sky with a swathe of pink across it as if an artist had painted it with a broad brush. My wrist was very sore all day because I foolishly twisted it last night when chopping an onion; I asked James to do it but he said that he didn’t know how I wanted it chopped, and wondered if I meant sliced instead. So I just did it myself. The trouble is that I felt as if the bones pulled apart when I gripped the onion and I’m concerned that I have displaced them. I’m probably imagining that, but I’m not imagining the shooting pains in my arm. I heard some excellent news from Jackie about her recent scan; no new growth and tumours have reduced by 30% - huge relief. 

James has treated himself to a new Alexa which means that I have inherited his old one, which is now in pride of place in my office, currently a hub of Christmas secrets. However there’s something not quite right about the new Alexa. She refuses to play certain radio stations, and rather alarmingly refuses to switch herself off on command. Shades of 2001: A Space Odyssey! “Open the pod bay door Alexa!” “No James, I can’t do that!” Hopefully these issues are just temporary, and she won’t take over the house and hold us prisoner!