My normal 4 mile trot around the village today was nearly done, and I was IN DANGER of feeling smug because I barely notice doing 4 miles any more when, as hubris would have it, I suddenly felt an "Ow". I lifted my foot to brush off the thorn/gravel/glass/whatever I might have just trodden on but couldn't see anything (except a very dirty foot- difficult to spot alien objects when the whole sole of your foot is tar-coloured and sticky with dirt).
Anyway I walked the rest of the way pretending to myself that it was fine, and then got seriously stuck into the Dettol, the tweezers, the bright lamps etc as soon as I got through the door. To no avail. The little thingy- which I had now identified as a small blackish brown splinter/thorn, was very happy thankyou and not coming out for anyone. Several hours later, after a proper soaking in Magnesium Sulphate paste, and some serious digging with a needle, and it is finally out. Hurray! I shall be humbler on my walk tomorrow. Came home to find another cheque for £100 in the post. So, all's well.
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