Arrived home late last night after our week away in Tenerife. The weather was dreadful, with only one semi-nice day (other than yesterday when we were flying home, when the weather was, of course, beautiful).
However, it was lovely to get away and relax for a week, so not all bad.
About an hour ago, I sliced the top of my thumb cooking this
There was blood everywhere, and although I don’t normally worry about the sight of blood, I actually felt a bit faint. Luckily we had some steristrips in the first aid box, so it’s all wrapped up now, but it’s bloody painful, and it’s hurting to type.
So this evening, I shall be having a quiet night on the sofa accompanied by a large mug of Earl Grey and this: