Sunday, November 24, 2013

Spoor

I had a slight gardening mishap. Nothing too bad: I'd just jabbed myself with a garden implement. Unfortunately it was in one of those places where the amount of blood pouring out is entirely out of proportion to the size of the wound. I thought I'd managed to patch myself up without spilling any on anything that couldn't be wiped clean, but apparently not. A couple of hours later I heard a shout from the bathroom:

"Eeeww... Is this your blood on the bog roll?"
I don't know what she imagines I get up to while she's out having her hair done.

7 comments:

dinahmow said...

Dear Mr.Musgrove, My name is Steven Spielberg, and I am very interested your script...

Ms Scarlet said...

Will it hurt a lot when you rip the plaster off?
Sx

Chef Files said...

I recommend that you refrain from any physical work for at least 11 months and wrap a rotting squirrel tightly to the wound every 6 hours.

Pat said...

I hope it has healed by now.

Kevin Musgrove said...

dinahmow: It was more like Sam Peckinpah's version of Gardener's World

Scarlet: The hard part was keeping the plasters on. In the end I had to daisy-chain them round my thumb.

Chef Files: Egad, sir! You are a medical marvel!

Pat: Yes, thanks Pat. Though I have some interesting scars.

Ms Scarlet said...

Happy Christmas, Kev!
Sxxxx

Kevin Musgrove said...

You too, Scarls!