Day 6: Again a broken nights sleep this time from the throbbing pain in my leg. I eventually woke properly at 9.30 and was ushered into the kitchen for a waiting cup of coffee. The breeze blowing through the window was cool and refreshing, and I felt more human than other mornings, the daily chore of coping with a hangover was luckily missing. Yuliya insisted on redressing my cut and produced a small bottle which she said had antiseptic properties. She then proceeded to, what can only be described as, painted my stitched leg bright green. It now looked gangrenous and showing the first sign of a zombie apocalypse shadowing our house. We are going to town after lunch to buy some bandages which are more supportive than the ones I have on now( which feel
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