h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

And it was all going so well, as well .
I was finally over the grotty chest infection that kept me off work for a week and then I have to go and lose an argument with some frozen yorkshire puddings and a kitchen knife .

Still, I learnt how nice the staff in A&E where I work can be when they don't want you to do something for them, like, yesterday

Upshot is I have a very impressive cartoon style bandage round my hand, and got given the instruction not to get my hand wet for a week. Ewww.. . Going to make showering interesting, to say the least .

And I didn't even get a sticker saying I was a brave girl or nuffink . They probably wouldn't have given me one anyway, as I started backing out the cubicle when they couldn't promise me I wouldn't have stitches (I don't just those strip things to keep the inside of my hand where it should be). For a girl that has five tattoos and four piercings, I can be remarkably wussy about needles.

Ah well, hopefully that was the third thing.

and a for being so brave.

Aww. .
Mind you, I think the stabbing that wandered in off the street just after I got there probably got my sticker. Left a trail of blood behind him and wasn't batting an eyelid . Made my bleeding hand look most unimpressive .
(Not that I was competing or anything, you understand. Just think that if you're going to do these things, might as well do it properly with maximum fuss . He got *all* the attention <pah&gt

It seems to be the time for kitchen injuries. The dog has recently been changed to having dry food after a late night incident involving a tin of dog food and a fork which resulted in two stiches for himself.

Again? or is this the same incident you told me about?

There are some benefits. Not being allowed to get my hand wet means I can legitimately delegate the washing up to someone else as opposed to saying 'oh you do it, I can't be arsed' . It's obviously a sign that I should give up cooking as well.

Oh, err, same one actually My memory really is buggered. I don't do washing up anyway. That's a man's job .

. I shouldn't really snigger. I have the memory of a goldfish with alzheimer's sometimes.

And where exactly am I going to find one of *those* to do the washing up, eh?

I hear they're fairly cheap to rent these days.

Clumsy!

Okay, okay, just kidding. Here, have one of these . . .


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