Argh and big bloody hole in my gum and enough stitches I thought maybe he was constructing a tiny dress in there, fit for a Borrower bride but it's all okay. There were no problems and I've slept all afternoon.
Which is to say I'm alive. Wheeling like a drunken fool, an inebriated tool when I try to walk.
I'd say it's taken me forty five minutes to write this. I think I'll quit now. I'm so glad I washed my hair for this.