There I was, cutting a sheet of clear perspex sheeting for a new cover on the tropical fish tank when Ooops! the Stanley blade slips.
Undaunted, I wiped up the blood and tightened a succession of bandages, kitchen towels and Elastoplasts around the offending wrist.
Feeling in need of diversion, I laid aside the angle grinder, knife, saw, and perspex sheet, and picked up a book to bury myself in.
"The fish tank looks alright as it is,' My Good Lady Wife assured me, bringing a coffee and brandy for medicinal consolation.
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