...Steve came out of the bathroom before I'd finished it so he had to stand there, waiting, for a few minutes. Steve's boiling the kettle so that he can get washed in the kitchen sink even though I managed to do the washing up in just cold water and if he washed himself in cold water it might wake him up too.
I bet he'll want me to re-dress the back of his thigh too, even though it's all fine and dandy as it is. He'll take the dressing off, his blood will spurt onto the kitchen floor and spill down his leg, but it'll be my fault.
Today is still gonna be a good day though.
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