Baked Beans & Bandages
I have ended up in A&E. Darling husband's fault. Yes, as I have said before; he is a whiz in the kitchen. His food is delicious (if we forget the blue omelette); but although he more often than not serves up a storm in the kitchen; the kitchen is also left looking like it, itself, has been in a storm. So, cut a long story short (as it's a very long story and I am now typing one-handed) He left a hot casserole dish lid on the worktop and immediately left the house to pack the car ready to leave for the office. I subsequently entered said kitchen, saw the debris and started to tidy - mistake! The scream brought him running back into the house. I swear childbirth was not as painful (though time heals). So, after 45 minutes with my hand in a bowl of cold water, then wrapped in clingfilm, I start work at the kitchen table - tap, tap, tap, with my one hand. It was not long before I realised the pain was getting worse. A colleague messaged me: "Go to A&E, NOW!" I di...