Titty Bang Bang

I don't often feel sorry for myself - well actually I do - but that's because I'm the only female in the house!  As much as I take it for granted these days, I feel this time it is worth a moan. 


It was while I was having ding ding, round three, of my breast mammogram and biopsy - the nippiest bugger yet- that the nurses were alarmed at the bruising and injury to my left hand.  The story develops as thus:

Around a week ago, there were some plumbers in fixing our downstairs water heater. The thermostat had packed in and a new one was to be replaced. Sadly, as the house is fairly old - built in the fifties - the plumbing was a bit of a nightmare.  To access the right bit, the carpet and floorboards in my son's room had to be pulled back and up! 

 After the job was done (that was taking hours!) we said we would put back the carpet ect ourselves. What we didn't notice until it was too late was that the workers had shifted my younger sons' pyramid of weights and had them balanced on the folded back carpet. At my hubby's tug - the top two 'lightest' weights toppled and landed slam on the back of my hand and wrist. And over the process of a week here's a few developing pics!  Amazingly - nothing is broken.  Who says exercise was good for you!!

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