Went out with my dad today as he knows if I stay indoors for too long I go nuts. So I went with him to get some coal, nothing bad I hear you say. ONly while he was putting the coal in the van, its door fell off! Yes so we spent the next hour putting it back on. dad getting stressed, me getting stressed, the lady whos shop we were at finding it very amusing, and leaving us so dad could swear. Anyway I digress. After a while with both of us beginning to feel really tired and irritable with one another, dad dropped, either in temper or by accident the door, and yes you have guessed right my thumb was in the way. Smack went the door right onto my thumb, after a few words from me that we will just show as ****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****. I looked and realised that my thumb was pouring with blood, not only had it bruised it, but I had sliced it open some how as well. After yelling at my father I needed a plaster (Oh and threatening to call my solicitor) he informed me that he didnt have one. By this time you have to imagine blood mixed with oil, mixed with skin, not very pretty. Anyway after we had both calmed down he told me where the plasters were, and I put one on. After another 10 to 15 minutes we finally got the door on and happy we all were again . The lady was very nice and when I asked if she had a sink I could wash my hands in she led me to her shed, and I was able to clean the wound before putting the plaster back on.
Next as if that wasnt enough we set of to Asda, did a bit of shopping, and went back to the car. Can you guess where the engine comes in? Oh you can, yes the van then wouldnt start as the battery was dead. However my dad is now a healer, as he was able to bring the van back to live (IT LIVES!).
You would of thought I would want to get away from him by then but no, I still spent another couple of hours with him. Lucky for us no more problems after this