Slice

I was whizzing through things today in a frenzie of achievement. That always feels good. Back to the list and tick, moving on....

I was making soup and in the excitement of slicing the bacon, (who'd have thought slicing bacon induced excitement) I rammed the knife into my finger. Sore and definately lots of blood. A phone call in the middle of cleaning it up, suggested that I didn't have time to consider why there was so much blood. Instead I opted for the triple plaster and thick finger approach. I reckon that can hold off just about anything, and should it continue to bleed through that then I do need hospital. It paid off, whilst I couldn't do a ruddy thing with it, I didn't need hospital.

Queensferry was very like this shot. A chink of light but a lot of shade. Back home and the physio was pleased with my boy - Hooray - but still no exercise - Boo!

Blip upload didn't enter my mind, and those few I commented on had the disasterous triple plaster to deal with. Most comments were all over the place. But hey, no hospital is always a good thing