I accidentally impaled myself at work today. When Graham dropped in to see me at lunchtime, he spotted the plaster on my left palm and--holding his own, plastered, left palm aloft--asked how I'd acquired my wound. Blushing, I explained that I'd impaled myself on one of my dpns, whilst trying to access the shop's dustpan and brush. "Oh but that's incredible" he replied (totally throwing me, I was expecting either "that serves you right" or some sympathy) and then he continued "I impaled myself on on of your needles, too" (he's been doing a lot of rearranging of furniture and belongings, following recarpeting in our bedroom). It turns at that the accidents happened at about the same time!
So now we're palm mates as well as soul mates (groan!)
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Doo doo doo doo (hmm - the "spooky coincidence Close Encounters" music really needs to be heard doesn't it?!)
oooherrrr....just to put your mind at rest, Barry and I both have the tops missing of our little fingers of our left hands, he did his playing cricket but I got mine shut in a toilet door when I was 7! We're soul mates too but it is spooky that you did both your impalements (is that a word?) at the same time!
That is spooky indeed. I hope it was a minor wound for both of you.
Hope the impaling hasn't hindered your ability to knit!
Now you can do that scene from Romeo and Juliet with the two hands...
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