The past few months have been of trouble and turmoil for moi.
I have been tres stressed and in the wars, just incase you were wondering.
Firstly I moved house, which they say is the only thing more stressful than
divorce or the death of a loved one. I have moved with a friend Suzanne, to
North London. It was more stressful than most moves, not only because I have
had to go to "ikea" but also because I have ended up with the smaller bedroom.
Shortly after this move with the stress still residual, whilst in Tesco's a sign fell on
my head. Initially I was embarrassed about this as the sign fell after I bumped it
reaching for a National Inquirer. The embarrassment has subsided and I am in full
litigous mode. So far I am yet to get a snap pea out of the bastards, but my face
was left disfigured for days.
I then began a new job, which I can't begin to discuss. Whilst on the job in my
first week of employment, completing an administrative task, I hit my head on a
nail that was negligently sticking out from a shelf.
I went home on the tube,
then decided to take myself of to the hospital where a delightfully camp phillipino
male nurse named Andy, who spoke with the most charming upward inflection
on non stressed words, using surgical super-glue glued my scalp back
together. Andy is the best injection giver in London after 28 years in the
emergency room and I didn't feel a thing when I received my tetnus shot.
I have not sued my workplace, as I was not sufficiently injured to require time
off work and so forth. Although I feel it would have been correct for them to
reimburse me for my nurofen bills.