This is the sequence of events; Friday evening she's putting a metal platform ladder away and it fell on her right arm and left ankle resulting in a lump & bruise in both places, Saturday she was attacked by roses, which looked liked we'd attacked her left arm and on Sunday, when planting a new crop of runner beans, she couldn't get the last few out of the glass they'd been soaking in. So she took her gloves off and poked the beans with a little stick, that didn't wurk, then she turned the glass upside and tapped it lightly [yeah right!!!] on the wooden sleeper. Well, mew know what I'm going to say next. It broke. Just as she was about to pick up the shattered pieces with bare hands, her inner voice told her to put on her thick gardening gloves.
Mew'll have to read it to find out! MOL
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