How not to chop wood, induce labor and why you should never make excuses for not posting to your blog.

Life has it’s ups and its downs folks (as if you didn’t know). You might have noticed it’s been a bit quiet on the blog in recent weeks, we’ve had all kinds of things happen, some good, some bad. I chopped the end of my thumb off with an axe for example.

chopped thumb with axe

A week and half after the event

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been chopping thumbs, sorry, wood for years as I love a good log-burner or open fire. It’s part of my daily chores and I never think twice about it. However, her nibs was heavily pregnant, our two year old was under the weather, and I was holding the fort together for weeks. I was so tired I wouldn’t have walked to the shops, nor ridden a bike, too tired to make a cup of tea even. But for some reason I thought chopping wood was sensible (I do find it strangely relaxing though).

Needless to say I didn’t take my thumb out of the way when I was chopping. It looks a lot better in this pic than it did on the day, even a day after the accident the flesh was knitting itself back together. Now six weeks on it’s almost fully grown back and, apart from a kink in the nail and some extra sensitivity, it’s as good as new.

My partner was overdue at the time and, surprisingly, asking her to search for the missing bit of my thumb on the floor of the garage while I wrapped it up and sorted transport to hospital didn’t make our little girl arrive any earlier.

She did arrive a few days later though. The birth was great, the bloody aftermath less so, I won’t go into the gory details here only to say that blood transfusions worked wonders for my other half. Bless her. Here’s our number-one girl:

Eva Jean - two weeks old

Eva Jean - two weeks old

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then we had a couple of deaths in the family, one disablement…ahhh, and that’s not the half of it. We’ve had more drama in the last few weeks than I’ve room to write about. So the essence of this story is if you’re going to come up with any excuses for not posting to your blog, make ’em good folks. I love my blog and my readers and I’ll be writing a lot more of all the things you’re used to in the new year, deception, writing, driving skills, parenthood, kindle trouble shooting, adventure…and until then I’ll hope you’ll join me in having a very merry Christmas indeed.

So a very Merry Christmas to you! And, if in doubt, sing like Kim Wilde.

 

 

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