Why are you clutching that icebrick wrapped in a teatowel to your chest Wendy?

Why indeed….

The morning began rather inauspiciously with me ramming one of those trolley things into the back of my heel while I was attempting to transport a heap of study material into the lecture theatre. Subsequently, my heel has a lump of a bruise on it. It was only afterwards when I was investigating why the damned trolley was so difficult to maneouvre that I discovered the brake on one of the wheels was clicked on.

Then I was unpacking study packs from boxes when I ripped the cuticle on one of my fingers making it bleed and requiring a bandaid. Oh, the glamorous life of an academic.

I thought I had made it through the rest of the day incident free. That was until I arrived home, decided to make coffee in the plunger and thoughtlessly pushed the plunger too hard, creating a kind of coffee fountain that has scalded the palm of my hand.

I started by using the frozen broccoli to cool it down but I didn’t want it to defrost. Somehow, there is an ice brick thing in my freezer. I don’t know where it came from. I sure as heck didn’t put it there, but I am using it now.

You will excuse me if I stop typing.

I have coffee to drink, and some ice to clutch in vain, while I hope my hand stops hurting soon.