If you're squeamish, have a nervous disposition, have a heart condition or just plain don't like icky things then I'd look away now. If you have a morbid interest in other people's stupidity the carry on....
I'm sure that everyone knows what a rotary cutter is, but if not then...
::Imagine a scalpel wheel of pain....
::Have that image in your head...?
::Ok, now imagine it and my finger having a minor disagreement......
::Yes.....pain...so much pain.
(yes....it's even a "safety" one. I even managed to get past that handy little feature!)
I spent so long telling my little man time after time after time, "Don't go NEAR the rotary cutter. It's sharp."
Now I realise that actually I should have given that a thought myself.
Oliver saw my mangled mess of a finger after the ....erm....accident (?) and after shooing me out of the room so I didn't bleed on the carpet...or near him... He decided I was a very silly mummy indeed abd that I should have been ...c.a.r.e.f.u.l...!!!
Yes son. Never a truer word have you spoken. I'll take that as an "I told you so".
Slightly worryingly, I've come to the conclusion that if I were to fatally wound myself (probably from being clumsy) then I'd be the person ago would be found half eaten by my dog.....probably before my bloody corpse was cold.
I had to practically drag him outside (whilst trying not to cover him in blood) so I could clean myself and the floor.
Well....I wouldn't have wanted him to get a taste for it.
To stop this post being completely about my stupidity and lack of blood, I've had an incredibly exciting delivery of gorgeous Clarke and Clarke fabric.
I'm sure the delivery man thought I was utterly crazy, from the way I reacted.