I’ve been back in Columbus almost 2 weeks now and I have discovered it doesn’t like my toes.
Last week me and Raven visited Walmart’s. We were looking for frozen pizza. So far so good till I open the freezer cupboard for some likely looking comestibles. Bugga me. One large specimen fell out and landed sideways on to my big toe. OUCH. Oh dearie dearie me I said hopping around the pizza aisle like a demented one legged heron. (Anyone that knows me also knows that Oh dearie dearie me were not my actual words). Man that hurt but I did get my own back later by eating the bloody thing.
Walmart toe.
Even then it didn’t surrender choosing to scald my mouth but I think it is dead now.
My big toe was just about healed by last night till part 2 of my toe tale. I took a shower before bed about midnight. Done it loadsa times since I got here but last night I decided to kick the edge of the bath as I got in. My swearing was profuse to say the least. This time I did the next to little toe on the same foot. I retreated to bed nicely showered and looking for sympathy which I received from my baby.
4am this morning. I need a pee and make my way to the little boys room. Great but on the way back in the darkness I kick the edge of my computer desk. Same foot. Same next to little toe. I swore lustily under my breath as I collapsed on the bed in agony.
Double ouch.
I give up. Where can I get steel toe capped flip flops?
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