Wednesday, 31 May 2017

Not again!!!

I used to work at a sandwich place. Slicing bread, cheese, ham on a daily basis. By the end of my stint there, I had completely used up their supply of plasters. Large slicing machines and I? We don't mix well. 

When I first lived in Norway I wanted breakfast. As you do. I had baked the half-baked rolls and then they needed slicing. I ended up with three stitches. Bread knives and I? We don't mix well. 

Last year I wanted to be clean and took a shower to that effect. While I was in there, I decided to do some more than just wash. I had to dry off with one hand covered in a towel with the blood seeping through. Female rasor blades and I? We don't mix well.

You would think that by now I would know that anything that is sharper than a ball of wool is not safe in my hands. You would, wouldn't you? Alas...

Last night I was about to cut the thread of one of the mice I was knitting. I cut the thread and then my finger! There appeared blood and then I had to run to get a plaster. After all, individual mice is one thing, but one covered in blood spatters? 

Sewing scissors and I? We don't mix well...


  1. My stomach started getting queasy reading this post yet as a rule blood doesn't bother me.

  2. Oh oophs, liberally apply antiseptic!!!!!
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx

  3. Do NOT run with scissors!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

  4. This is a bloody fine post. :)

  5. those trimming scissors are extra sharp, too, it seems.

    1. Well, they cut through flesh easily enough!


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