hot potatoe
the yellow slug
ouchy ouchy ouchy.
this be a blister in the middle of my burnt arm.
not quite life size depending on your screen resolution
dinner is in the dog
oh, how we laughed...
was just sitting down to dinner last night when i decided that i needed my jumper from the kitchen.
thought it best to not leave my dinner next to stratford in case he ate it while i was gone.
wearing socks and slipping on the top step of three (we don't have carpets)
hit both elbows, shoulder, head and somehow winded myself AND got to be wearing my very hot shepherd's pie.
mrs.perou arrived to me gasping 'i can't breathe...i...can't breathe'
and i was covered in ketchup which she thought was blood.
'get whatever is hurting my arm off it, please' i said.
i couldn't get up or see to it myself.
mrs.perou was more concerned about the blood everywhere (ketchup).
in the mean time, the potatoe of the shepherd's pie burnt a hole in my arm.
stratford got eat my dinner anyway.
and i got much more cold sitting with my arm under a cold tap for an hour.
followed an uncomfortable night
and a rank sore yellow blister this morning.
went to the local doctors who said wrap it in cling film and don't burst the blister.
so returned to farm, wrapped it in cling film, bursting the blister and laughed the laugh.
drove a 15 mile round trip for 10 sausage rolls from canterbury farmer's market.
and spent the day retouching with ms.hood.
bit of football with sons in the afternoon.
arm in bandage.
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