

One morning shortly after coming home from a hospital I found a hole in my skin with something of absolutely hideous colour steadily trickling out of it. Spent another week in there and got some stronger stitches.
I think overall it’s good to have the experience of calling an ambulance, because now doing that isn’t just in the “other” category in my brain, but an actionable option for sudden situations.


A really nice new hoover. I’m allergic to dust and every time I hoovered I’d keep sneezing for like half an hour after turning it off and emptying the bag. The new one I just pour water in a little tank and empty it out without creating a dustcloud.