I know it sounds a bit as if I entered the Cave of Caerbannog and read the inscription before some of us will unfortunately get eaten by the Black Beast, but this is just me yelling in deep frustration.
Life has been having big fun with me lately which is actually no fun for me at all, but really .... there's a line. It's enough now.
Look at this.
A ten inch fall on a wooden floor and now this. Was that really necessary? What will be next? With my luck the Black Beast might wait for me in my kitchen.
P.S. Don't be surprised about the glass looking so foggy. It was so dirty that I decided to use the "wrinkle remover" on it. The whole thing is embarrassing enough as it is ;-)
P.P.S. You don't get the Caerbannog thing? Go and watch Monty Python. It's an order!