Cartoon thumb

So - after a relaxing four hours in A&E I'm good to go.

A couple of stitches put a stop to the gushing, leaving only a steady stream of seeping from the newly flat tip of my thumb. The slice I removed was not dissimilar to a sliver of garlic, sitting there on the chopping board.

So I'm off to chair a meeting whacked out on co-codamol relying heavily, as ever, on no static's innate good nature not to exploit my vulnerable state.

He took the pic too - under hazy, drug-induced direction. Good isn't he?