Friday, June 17, 2005
Attacked by The Bin
Something is wrong with me. I have been going to bed a lot earlier than ever. Not speaking to the most annoying person in the world for a few days, that must be it. Peace and quiet! Or is it depression setting in me in the absence of all the arguments?
Another reason is that my fingers are hurting. I was putting the rubbish out.
The wheelie bin was open. I was holding the edge of it while trying to stamp on a big cardboard box to squash it and put it in the bin. I think that Council has some grudge on me for writing too many complaint letters to them so they have jinxed my bin. The lid fell down with a great force straight on to my hand. No one believes me that the lid had a great force but I insist. If it is not that then I have very delicate fingers but they don't believe that either! Well I am not soft or making excuses to take time off. My fingers do hurt. Nevertheless today is a day of leisure and I am going for a lunch with a girlie friend No. 1. My fingers don't hurt when I hold the knife and the fork!!!!