Jar of passata + tile floor + bare feet = badness.
Luckily I only got a little nick in the side of my foot when the jar smashed last night. And Simon was, as always, my Knight In Shining Armour, bringing me the broom and some shoes and helping me clean up the mess.
In other news, I had fallen off the cigarette wagon, but am back on it again. Hopefully I’ll do better this time.
some days I crave a cig and I don’t even smoke!