wish i wasn’t on my own

i chose to work from home today. i have rather a lot of reading to do, which is best done in piece and quiet.

but it is so easy to be distracted, so whilst i waited for the kettle to boil for my mid morning coffee i noticed some wretched creeping butter cup, poking its head up in the raised beds. off i went with the hoe to chop it back. unfortunately in my vigorous hoeing {not in that sense!} i managed to efficiently slice open the tip of my thumb on the cast iron bbq.
so i’m sat here typing with one hand whilst my thumb is bound with kitchen paper and my arm in a makeshift sling to keep my finger above my heart in a vain attempt to get it to stop bleeding. wondering when my last tetanus shot was, and how easy it it to steri strip your own fingers.

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