Fun in the Fails:
You, Me & The Injuries
Welcome to the second instalment of the series Fun in the Fails. This week we are going to look at some less than Fun in The Fails: You, Me & The Injuries. Well it wouldn’t be a school “holiday” without having to go through some drama would it! Kids ey, who would have em!
They have the uncanny ability to go from playing nicely, with a calm serenity to turning into lego wielding maniacs because someone breathed too loudly near them.
Thankfully, we tend to come off fairly unscathed in the grand scheme of things, but every now and again, the “it could only happen to me” phrase needs to be utilised.
As I am currently having to accept that shielding is necessary, I haven’t left the house at all for almost 5 weeks. Which has its advantages. For example; the never ending list of “Shit to Do” is actually taking quite a hammering (literally) and even getting ticked off! Well, it’s not ticked, it’s more like ferociously scribbled so hard the paper disintegrates. In doing so, it some how gives me more of a sense of achievement. And in times like these, we need all the wins we can get.
Soya Sauce botte 1: Joshua 0
We have an epic Dino sprinkler (ours was from Aldi but its no longer in stock. Studio do a very similar one) which has survived more than one summer! Completely unheard of in The Mad House, it is like a black hole where toys go to die. Whilst Dino survived the pegs we need to impale him to the grass, did not.
This is where the soya sauce comes in. I kid you not. On a mission to find something peg like, we decided kebab sticks were the way to go, as they would do the least damage to The Hubs precious lawn.
When that man can pick his pants up off the floor, my interest in his manicured lawn might increase. But, until the time comes when he treats the house with the same level of love and adoration he treats his bush, I am all for the kids having fun and the garden merely surviving their reign.
Any way, I digress, back to The Fun in the Fails: You, Me & The injuries. As Josh went to open the door of the paraphernalia cupboard, you know the one, herbs and oils and things that probably went out circa 2012, he managed to fall foul of an epic fail.
The “it could only happen to me” is obviously hereditary.
Fun in the Fails: You, Me & The Injuries
I won’t inflict the photographic evidence on you as I am not sure it goes so well with a cake and cuppa. But needless to say, a glass bottle of soya versus the top of the Man Childs foot seemed to be rigged, and not in his favour. That little bottle has super ninja powers, I am sure of it!
You know how buttered toast always lands butter side down? Well it would appear soya sauce bottles utilise the same physics and aim to land on the top of peoples feet. One shard of glass at a time.
Fortunately, he has a crisis-saving God Mother who happens to also be a foot doctor and she managed to dish out vital virtual advice and help to save the day! Thankfully we avoided an A&E trip too, as we called on the aid of the family GP.
NHS Heroes we salute you
Not only are they front line, they are literally saving the day 365 days a year. A clean up job later, some steristrips and plenty of love, he is almost as good as new. His newly found celebrity status (he announced he was “flameless”) among his friends is also helping in these uncertain times
Josh is a little like a puppy, accident prone, he needs plenty of food and water, with lots of exercise and love thrown in! Although I secretly don’t want to correct him from calling them stereo-strips because it is just too cute.
I can’t thank you both enough for helping him. In doing so you in turn ensured me and my somewhat broken body could stay home, and therefore, stay safe. But Josh dude, try to think one step ahead, we’ve run out of stereo-strips……and favours!
Thank you Key Workers
Thank you from the bottom of our hearts, you really are keeping the world turning, join me next time time for another instalment of Fun in the Fails,
Until then, stay safe, stay home,