Dusty Bin

OK. While I have to admit to being disappointed not to have been deluged by messages of sympathy after my attempt to slit my wrist yesterday, I also have to admit that in the cold light of day the wound is not that serious. However the real trauma of the event was that I had spent half an hour or so cooking what was promising to be a very nice risotto. With glass having shattered around the kitchen I could not guarantee that broken shards had not ended up in the dinner so the entire lot had to be binned. Real trauma.