When Bottles Attack!

My Dear Fellow,

This is Er Indoors's water bottle. She has a thing about drinking 2 litres a day, so she keeps this bottle refilled and by her side at all times. Occasionally I'll replace it with a new one, or the water can start to taste a little grim.

That was my intention for this weekend, as Er Indoors had mentioned it to me. Unfortunately I didn't move fast enough and Er Indoors decided to clean it. WITH A KITCHEN KNIFE. I was not aware of this.

I became aware when Er Indoors walked into the room clutching some kitchen roll and with her hand elevated. I asked her what happened. She explained that she cut her hand while cleaning the bottle. She made it sound like the bottle bit her. Then she showed me the cut. 

Look away now if you are of a sensitive disposition because this thing was DEEP. It was in that fleshy part between the thumb and forefinger. 

"I'm not sure if it needs stitches," she said. She didn't really want to go to A&E so instead I was dispatched at high speed to get plaster-stitches and some other supplies. 

Because Er Indoors is as she is, she took a picture while I was out and texted it to Lisa. And because Lisa is as she is she texted back, "Ooh, gnarly". 

When I got back Er Indoors had put her face on, "In case I decide I do need to go to A&E after all. Also a bra."

I didn't realise bra-wearing was mandatory at A&E. Live and learn.

So she is now fixed up with the supplies I got from the chemist. We're still not entirely sure if the wound has knit together though. I'm going to monitor the situation, and also apply chocolate and treats. It's not just that I'm a wonderful husband - though of course I am - it's also that I don't really want to go to A&E either.

I ain't wearing no bra.

Parsones

p.s. I have just realised you can actually see the blood in this picture. It is, I must admit, "gnarly".