(Warning: contains a small amount of blood and a great deal of frustration)
On Sunday I admitted failure.
I had failed to finish the book in time to send it to the printers before leaving to catch the plane, despite staying up all night to work on it.
I was quite miffed (ok, a lot miffed)..
There’s not a lot of point being miffed if you aren’t in a position to change anything. I decided to look up instead.
On Monday I was so busy looking up, that I didn’t notice the small piece of volcano sticking up in the middle of the otherwise even path.
Luckily I was equipped with water and tissues and DB had a plaster with him.
Onwards and upwards!
That evening, on the way to get dinner, I missed the step onto the pavement and stubbed the same toe, removing the plaster and the flap of skin I’d created earlier.
Back to the apartment for a new plaster.
I don’t particularly appreciate losing skin, so I gave up on looking up, and decided to look down, and watch what my feet are doing instead.
That worked well for a day or so – until I went to the toilet while the window was open. And even that was fine until I stood up…
An almighty yell and a lump on my head later, and I was convinced that looking down doesn’t help much either.
I think I’m going to keep my feet up and my head down, and get on with my revision. Maybe I should even look forward to the exams?!