This is my left little toe. It’s not normally that colour or size, but I had an unfortunate encounter in Waitrose yesterday afternoon with a charming woman who decided to run me down with her trolley when me and my sprained ankle didn’t hobble out of her way fast enough.
My ankle still hurts. Now my toe hurts too. (On the bright side, at least it’s the same foot…) But it’s her words that smart most, “Get out of my fucking way, you fat cow.” I’m 38; it’s probably time I got over my sensitivity to the f-word.
I think this may be a midweek dip brought to you by lack of sleep, pain and too much paperwork.