Today The Old Girl is gardening and asked me to do some weed spraying.
I got out the Roundup and a spray bottle and mixed up a lethal dose (real men don't bother reading the instructions). Walking around the trailer that I had haphazardly parked when i was in a hurry to put the ladder up to check on the chimney before lighting the fire yesterday (in my gumboots on a wet and slippery roof), I collided with a big plant pot that some fool had carelessly left lying about. It cut into my upper shin, taking a good chunk of flesh away. "Never mind", I thought "I'll sort that out later.
Pumping up the spray bottle to maximum pressure to give a decent spray I started my weed destruction. As the power declined I discovered that it was quicker to keep pumping while still spraying. The trouble was that accuracy was compromised with the result that I sprayed my leg. The leg with the open cut.
I think I'll stay indoors for a while and watch 'Come Dine With Me'
4 comments:
I hope you weren't wearing those long socks matey!
If I had I wouldn't have cut my leg so bad.
If your leg starts turning green, contact me immediately.
I could do with a good laugh
RIP, SHIT AND BUST' you dont hear that line much these days very sad.you must be old after all :)
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