ow!

That was one of the best 90 seconds of my life so far.

Wandering into my bedroom, I just managed to stab my toe on a centimetre long shard of glass which unleashed enough blood to soak my sock, cover my foot and my hand in blood. So that was nice.
Staggering into my office to try and find a plaster, I then succeeeded in knocking my cafetiere to the floor, smashing it into pieces.

More glass, and now the realisation of no coffee in the morning ahead of 6 hours of lecturing.


Cock.