I had a little accident. I was running up the stairs and my flip-flop caught on the underside of one of the steps. My toenail lifted up like a flip top bin. My ashen face gave the pain away and Liam Nightingale tendered my wound attentively. This was proof if proof were needed that I must stop running around the place like a teenager and show a little more respect for my age. My hobbling demeanour has driven home the point. The timing was lousy as we were due to lunch with friends at La Passion, a delightful little Spanish restaurant providing a delicious three course set lunch menu for a fiver. We are regulars. At that price, it would be churlish to deny them our custom. After a decent period of recovery and with my toe bandaged, we made lunch, albeit late.
Perking the Pansies 
A man stubbed his toe on a riser
You’d think at his age he’d be wiser
But the pain in his digit,
Though making him fidget
Did not stop cheap lunch – what a miser!
xx
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Lovely! So you’re a poet as well as a celebrated author! 😉
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Errrr – celebrated?? Or de-cerebrated?
Whatever – I hope you and your toe-nail are more comfortable today and that healing continues a-pace, even if you don’t!
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Yuck, and double yuck. I feel for you. And as someone who fell down the same set of stairs, twice, within six months and broke the same bone both times I know how these things happen. Poor baby. xxxxx
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Oooh I sympathise! I’ve had a dodgy big toenail for years since my youngest son accidentally stood on it. It was threatening to come off for quite a while and then my foot collided with my oldest son’s size 13 doc martin and the nail lifted right up!! the agony!! it’s no wonder they use nails in torture!!
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Gecmis olsun Jack!!
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Jack, be nimble!
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Ouch. Hope it’s healing well. And BittenbySpain’s limerick is classic!
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Toe nail on the verge of dropping off. Loved the limerick. The girl’s a poet!
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