Got up with the best of intentions of going fishing. Day off and all that. Weekday too.
Wondering around in the PJs, dropped into my eldest son's room which has been commandeered by his little sister - soft toys everywhere.
"C'mon, Get up! It's a school day!" I said mentally patting myself on the head for putting all the kit in the car the night before.
Wandering over to the curtains, I am looking for the draw-stings to pull them open and find soft toys as my feet.
I aim a kick at them, nonchalantly, to get them out of the way and connect big toe first, with my son's bar bells underneath.
The good news is that nothing is broken. The bad news is that I will be losing the nail. And my day's fishing is kaput!
Even I can see it's kinda funny but then I am on painkillers...
Kieran
