Broke fucking toe on
Giant teak Chinese sex chair,
Middle Monday night.
Review/notes: Theme of this post: Fulfilment
Friday, Jackie moved furniture around in a redecorating frenzy. Looks nice, and I was surprised she didn’t wait for help to move the low, heavy and oddly (I think ‘specifically’) designed Chinese chair. “I’m going to crash into that in the night,” I predicted correctly and around 2 o’clock Monday morning fulfilled that prediction on my way to the toilet and then, a few steps away, smashed the same toe into her dining room chair which was left in the middle of the path to the loo. Oww…the photo from about 18 hours after the event does not do the injury justice.
Today’s route — with the toe taped to the one adjacent — was a lazy 3.8 miles to fulfil my holiday run streak pledge just as today’s wine really doesn’t merit much in the way of description other than it fulfils the minimum Daily Tipple requirements (329 down, 36 to go).
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]