Hobbling diasaster area
This morning I made up a nice batch of butternut squash soup and sealed it in my flask. At lunchtime I poured the soup out of said flask and into a bowl - along with hundreds of tiny shards of broken metal and plastic from the inner element which, somehow, had completely shattered. Nice bit of added fibre in my soup. You may well say that it would have put hairs on my chest but I think it would also have cut my mouth and throat to buggery, and having weighed the options up, perhaps unsurprisingly, I decided against eating it and went down to M&S for a tuna sarnie instead.
FATE though, possibly a little bit miffed that I dodged a bullet with the soup at lunchtime and clearly of the opinion that my recent kidney infection wasn't enough for me to deal with, decided to try again later on in the day. This afternoon while moving a bunch of computer equipment around the office I was attacked by a rogue office trolley - and broke a bone in my foot.
I think I'm just going to wrap myself in cotton wool and stay indoors for the next thirty years.
FATE though, possibly a little bit miffed that I dodged a bullet with the soup at lunchtime and clearly of the opinion that my recent kidney infection wasn't enough for me to deal with, decided to try again later on in the day. This afternoon while moving a bunch of computer equipment around the office I was attacked by a rogue office trolley - and broke a bone in my foot.
I think I'm just going to wrap myself in cotton wool and stay indoors for the next thirty years.