Last night I thought I'd pick out some buttons to put on my new scarfletts and as I picked up my big glass jar of buttons, it slipped out of my hands and onto the concrete floor with a symphony of buttons, shards of glass and smashy sounds echoing all around the room. It was beautiful for about 3 seconds...then I realised I had to pick up all my precious buttons amongst the shards of glass. I promised myself I'd continue until I cut myself, which I did, on the cuticle of my left ring finger, only to realise that I don't own plasters and had to wrap a piece of detol soaked cotton wool around my finger with some plaster tape.

This is the note I left for my housemate.


Post a Comment

Popular Posts