Ow
So there I am yesterday afternoon, writing up the next blog post about my wedding trip and sorting through photos, when I realise it's getting late and I need to get the dinner on. Leek and potato soup - nice and low calorie and just the thing for a chilly evening. I chopped leeks, onions and garlic and cooked them in a splash of olive oil until soft, meanwhile beginning to chop the potatoes and carrots.
As you may know, we are staying in a friend's house at the moment, sort of a combination of house sitting and a furnished rental agreement. (We pay a reduced rent and all her personal stuff is filling the cupboards) "Wow" I thought, "Her knives are superb. We have to get some super-sharp ones too when we move..."
Can you see where this is going? Of course you can.
Two minutes later Milord received a shaky phone call at work, he set a new record for getting home, and I was in casualty getting three stitches in my thumb within the hour. The waiting room was empty so I didn't have to wait and the nurse and young lady doctor were very sweet (although "That's so much worse than I was expecting" is not really what I needed to hear).
Stitches in the ball of your thumb really suck. After the fourth jab of local (holy crap that hurts) failed to numb the whole thing I just told her to get on with it while I took deep breaths. I thought Milord was going to faint though.
I am an idiot. But the soup turned out nice!
Edit - Things very hard to do with one thumb:
Bows
Buttons
Shaving the opposite armpit
