This might sound like another cryptic introduction to a post concerning some anthropological behaviors , or psychological observations....but it isn't.
It's a literal headline(ish).
I'm not sure you can be literal and 'ish' can you?...but from where I'm sitting, you most definitely can!
It all started when I opened the over door and the glass front fell out !
Ok, not a surprise - this has been threatening to happen for a while.
It's an old oven, and it's had lots of use, so no complaints.
"Luce," I said, (this is mostly because Lucy is the name of my girlfriend - and she was there. It would have been strange calling her 'Trevor' or something...)
"Luce", I said (I only said it the once), "Be careful of the oven door , babes - the glass it's looking a bit iffy"
Less than ten seconds later - as I was opening it up the door more fully - the glass fell out, and then the corner of it hit me on my foot!
Fuck, it hurt!
It didn't seem too bad at first - and inch cut and bit of blood, but not a stitches job or anything.
A dab of iodine, and on I carried....( making some bread, donuts, and tomato soup , as it happens - but this isn't a cookery post, so it's not important) .
I had the skeletons of two posts ready to go (after the cooking was complete).
That was three hours ago.
I now I can't fucking walk.
The posts?...
....yeah... that ain't gonna happen...
It's not the cut that's the problem , it the goddamn bruising that I must have gotten with when the glass corner hit off my foot.
It get worse....(far worse than anything that's happening in Yemen, or Syria, or Libya, right now).
My foot is throbbing like a bastard....and I don't have any Ibuprofen or anything like, in the house - and Luce is out all day. (I can hardly walk to the shop, now can I?)
.....it get's even worse.....!!!!!!!
(...far worse than Hiroshima or Nagasaki in 1945...)
....I can't concentrate on jack shit - and I can't even focus enough to finish my posts. (did I mention that my foots throbbing worse than 15 year old lads tackle sat right next to the school hottie?)
I also have two video's in production - of a 'humorous type'.
So that's not much help, either...It's hard to be funny when your foot's hurting , and throbbing worse than 15 year old lads tackle sat right next to the school hottie.
This isn't rant!... nor a whine - this is a legitimate feeling sorry for myself - and I'll have to enjoy my jam donuts and coffee under severe duress...Oh, and fresh tomato soup....
I like fresh tomato soup.
I don't like a throbbing foot though.... OOOoooooooowwwwwwwww!
Have a great weekend everyone....and don't let any falling glass stop you!