MY FOOT HURTS

My back yard has decking, gravel and vegetable patches. The washing line stretches over some of the decking. Yesterday, I was picking in washing from the line, and stood, in my besocked feet, on a VERY POINTY piece of gravel that had strayed onto the decking.

IT BLOODY HURT. It hurts even bloody more this morning. Limping like Herr sodding Flick now.

Like the poor young gentleman in the icon, I must have done something to annoy the god of rocks and small stones, but I do not know what.

HEY THERE, me again

No, not going manic, LJ-spamming, twirly-whirly, nutso.
Just bored.

Anyhow, just wanted to say these two things:

1. I *do* like baked goods.
2. "They" have been stripping and resurfacing the road outside. The fresh asphalt that "they" have laid smells delicious. Not as nice as croissant, danish pastry, puff pastry chicken bake, muffin, teacake, etc, but pretty darn bitumin-ilici-ous.