Ow, ow, f*cking OOOOOOOWWWWW!
I chopped a chunk off the top of my thumb whilst chopping carrots. It really, really hurts.
I rang Grumpy Pants at work, to bring more, industrial strength catering bandaids, because the bleeding wouldn’t stop and the Wiggles bandaids weren’t doing a great deal to help. He told me I was an idiot.
Just because he works in a professional kitchen and doesn’t have to deal with a five year old screaming “Mum, mum, mum, mum, MUM, MUM, MUM, MUMMY, MUMMY MUMMY, MMMMUUUUUMMMMYYYYYYYY!“