Do You Like String?: A Day In My Life.

Moon in a deep sleep.

Have you ever been doing the washing up when you cut your hand?I did yesterday,I plunged into the bowl then lept back shrieking because I'd managed to chop a piece off the end of my finger on a pair of scissors in the bowl.Of course,because my hands were wet ,the blood was spreading everywhere.I grabbed some kitchen towel to staunch the flow and tripped over a kitten who was excitedly licking up the blood from the floor.As my hands were wet,the kitchen towel stuck to them making peeling a sheet off difficult.
So there I was ,sat on the floor where I had fallen,holding a bleeding finger vertically to stop the flow and the kittens decided to play "chase each other in and out of the cat flap with me as an added obstacle".That's how I got the scratch on my face that also started bleeding.That's when I found out how difficult it is to get the wrapping off a piece of plaster with wet,bleeding hands covered in bits of kitchen towel.
Do you know how difficult it is to get off the floor one handed when you have no strength in your legs or back?
I managed it,and sorted out my face too,then found out,the slice on my finger was exactly where my finger hits the keys when I type and it was my primary typing finger too.The plasters were of a special design that was neither waterproof or sticky.Throughout the day,it would curl up and stick to anything but my finger;which would then start bleeding again.The kittens found these discarded plasters to be splendid toys and ran round the flat with them,then abandoned them,meaning they stuck firmly to the sole of my foot in a way they wouldn't on my finger..
When I woke up,I found the one on my cheek had migrated and stuck an eye shut.