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Today I had to have an entry in the accident book at work. I sort of wish it was something more exciting. I did offer to fling myself down the stairs to the basement, just so it was worth filling it in. I know that health and safety at work is a good thing indeed, but oh dear.

Basically, I managed to gash my thumb open. I have no idea how. I picked up a top, felt something sore, didn't think about it, realised I was bleeding. Oops, I said, and had to confess to my manager on the basis that I felt bleeding on the stock was something I should admit to. I feel very daft, mind you.

This is about how exciting my life gets, at the moment. Louise and Emma are coming around for tea tonight, which should be fun, although I should probably get on with doing the cooking. I had every intention of showering and cleaning before people turned up, ah well.

In other news, with all deference to those who like tennis, in particular aramley, I couldn't give a monkeycrap about Wimbledon, or about Andy Murray. Sorry. At a push I will watch international football, but that's really it on a sporting basis until my darling tiddlywinks is finally entered into the Olympics.

Right, cooking!