Things improved with a walk to see this lovely bluebell wood.
On return, slammed my finger in the car door - ow ouch! Steri-strips, paracetamol, arnica, ice pack and a cuppa tea (if only all our ills could be cured with a cuppa!) sorted that, but I'm fumbly typing with one hand.
For my finale, spilt a packet of sugar on the kitchen floor. Scrunch, crackle, crunch as we walk on it.
That's my 3 so should be safe now.