Lloyd I’m ready to be toe-broken
I am writing this from the new house, which is obviously tops. I’ve been independent for less then a week, responsible for myself for mere days, and already I have broken bones. After a few cheap beers in the Beacon, and a couple of late jars in the pub across the road, I got curious with a latch on the side of a ladder. This promptly caused the ladder to slide down a yard or so right onto my big toe. X-rays and shit today, and I’ve broken both bones in the toe, which has swollen up and discoloured to aubergine-like size and hue. So that lovely original oak staircase you may have seen on Merk’s flickr, now you can imagine me hopping up and down them. What a klutz I’m proving to be. One week, two broken bones, that’s some strike-rate. I would wait a wile before you buy me anything for Christmas.
