Monday, June 25, 2007

Phoenix finger fiasco

Yesterday was Phoenix's first concerning injury, from the back garden I heard the little one screaming, Teri rushed to the scene (the front garden) Where she could see that Feefee's mouth was covered in blood. When she carried her through to the back where I was cutting the grass to point out that her mouth was bleeding, I was bemused at why I was being shown this little smear of blood across her mouth.

"What you showing me for? Just go an wipe her mouth, she'll be fine"

30 seconds later and there was a even more dramatic yelp from Teri. Having cleaned her mouth Teri couldn't find a cut, but more blood was wiped across cheeks, forehead and it was dripping all over the floor. The yelp indicated Teri's locating of the injury which was her right pinky. At first it looked like she had lost the tip just from the amount of blood pouring from it. On closer examination I noticed the nail had been cut in half and the slice extended through the tissue to about the middle of the finger tip. Pretty nasty cut! The ring finger also had a blood blister which led me to believe that it had been caught in the slamming door (front and back door were both open) Although this does not fit with the fact that she was in the middle of the garden. We may never know the true events that day.

At the hospital Teri declined having it operated on in favour of the 'wait and see' approach which I think is best. Phoenix is fine now, in fact I think it has given her perspective. Now that she has experienced something worth crying over, she hasn't done it since...

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Baffled by simple maths?

Three guys walk into a hotel, and they're going to split the cost of a room. The room is £30. They each kick in £10 and head up to their room. The manager gets wind of it and tells the clerk the room is only £25. He hands five £1 notes to the bell hop and tells him to go refund the guys' money. On the way up to the room, the bell hop gets to thinking, as bell hops are wont to do, and says to himself, "No way can three guys split £5, I'm going to help out." He stuffs £2 in his pocket, knocks on the door, gives each guy back a quid and heads back downstairs to the desk, glowing in the warmth of a job well done. So now each guy has paid £9.

£9 times 3 is £27 plus the two the bell hop stole--only £29! Where is the other quid?