Throbbing Toe

My clumsiness appears to have returned with a vengence.

For years I have routinely managed to break most valuable posessions in our home. Whether it be glasses, Vases, Windows, Mugs or plates, I had become an expert in the fine art of breaking them.

I can remember a time when my good lady asked me to hoover the flat but requested that I shoule "be careful of the ornament on the coffee table". At the time this didn't seem like an unreasonable or even diffcult request, but low and behold I managed to break the quiant porcelain display piece without even noticing. It was only after I had finished hoovering and was feeling rather good about myself in a new man sort of way that I saw the carnage around the coffee table. Needless to say - she wasn't very impressed.

But I had thought all that had changed and that I could now get through the day without any sort of calamity.

During the course of my working day last Wednesday, some of the lads were erecting a setion of racking where I can keep all of my essential techy things. Being a helpful sort of chap I thought I would volunteer my services (truth be told I was sick to death of looking at a computer screen and wanted to do something more physical than walking to the coffee machine). All was going well until we came across one particular piece of racking that just didn't want to slot into place. What was needed was a good dose of brute force.

Unfortuanately all this did was dislodge the aforementioned cross beam diretly through my shoe onto my big toe.

After much cussing and frenzied bandaging it was time to retreat to the nearest A&E which happened to be around 15 miles away.

As i write this, some days later, my big toe acts as a throbbing reminder of my clumsiness. With everything else that I have going on at the moment, the last thing I want or need is to be hobbling around like an old war hero!