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@Apple fanboy: You would have loved the crackling (given your love of pork scratchings) on my (roasted) belly of pork this evening; though I say so myself, I don't think I have ever produced one as crisp, crackling and tasty.

Crackling? That's popular around my neck of the woods, well, cracklin' without the G :D

An old school use is cracklin' bread, basically cornbread with pork crackling in it, really good (especially if you like cornbread). @lizkat probably has had it and/or made it :)
 
@Apple fanboy: You would have loved the crackling (given your love of pork scratchings) on my (roasted) belly of pork this evening; though I say so myself, I don't think I have ever produced one as crisp, crackling and tasty.
One of the guys I work with brought a family size bag of pork scratchings in and ate them at his desk one morning. I didn’t know they did bags so big. No wonder he’s overweight!
 
Not going into the office today, I am driving down to Bridgend to a colleagues house where we are going to do some FEA and discuss other projects. Hopefully he’s making me lunch too.
 
Compiling some tax materials, we don't do our own (personal or business), still a decent effort (I'm only marginally involved :D).
 
I sliced the side of my thumb open last night. It doesn't hurt at all, but it bled like an absolute bastard, and looks DISGUSTING!

Pictures can be posted upon request.
 
I sliced the side of my thumb open last night. It doesn't hurt at all, but it bled like an absolute bastard, and looks DISGUSTING!

Pictures can be posted upon request.

Sharp knife, eh?

The kind where you feel nothing but see everything, and - moreover - see it in glorious, vivid, rich, technicolour,.....mostly red.

Actually, I have a few (exquisite) Japanese....implements, er, knives. Beautiful, wonderfully ergonomic, exquisite. And seriously sharp.

However, these days, I am very, very, careful whenever I wash them, not least because I vividly recall the day when the washing up water turned red, beneath all of those glorious, frothy, little bubbles, and I hadn't felt a thing.
 
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Sharp knife, eh?

The kind where you feel nothing but see everything, and - moreover - see it in glorious, vivid, rich, technicolour,.....mostly red.

Actually, I have a few (exquisite) Japanese....implements, er, knives. Beautiful, wonderfully ergonomic, exquisite.

However, these days, I am very, very careful whenever I wash them, not least because I vividly recall the day when the washing up water turned red, beneath all of those glorious, frothy, little bubbles, and I hadn't felt a thing.
If you must cut yourself, always make sure the knife isn’t serrated. That hurts like hell!
 
Sharp knife, eh?

The kind where you feel nothing but see everything, and - moreover - see it in glorious, vivid, rich, technicolour,.....mostly red.

Allow me to be graphic for a moment.

I was moving a stove, and as I was pressing against it, balancing it's weight against me, I slid my hand down the back, and managed to run it over a small piece of metal that was the right size, in the right place, at the right time. It took the skin off in the much the same way a cheese grater would.

I wanted to keep the tag of skin in the wound, since it'd act as a graft, and heal that much faster. Unfortunately, it ended up falling off in the shower, so now I have a little lozenge shape hole on the side of my thumb.
 
Allow me to be graphic for a moment.

I was moving a stove, and as I was pressing against it, balancing it's weight against me, I slid my hand down the back, and managed to run it over a small piece of metal that was the right size, in the right place, at the right time. It took the skin off in the much the same way a cheese grater would.

I wanted to keep the tag of skin in the wound, since it'd act as a graft, and heal that much faster. Unfortunately, it ended up falling off in the shower, so now I have a little lozenge shape hole on the side of my thumb.
Somehow, I don't think that "ah, um, lovely" is quite the appropriate response to your post.

Dear me.

Well, "ouch".

While I cannot write "I feel your pain", I can say I read your post with a deeply drawn inhalation of breath.
 
Somehow, I don't think that "ah, um, lovely" is quite the appropriate response to your post.

Dear me.

Well, "ouch".

While I cannot write "I feel your pain", I can say I read your post with a deeply drawn inhalation of breath.

All you can do is wince, and try to forget the details of what you've read.

The good news is that it barely hurts at all. It's a little sore, and it stings a bit when I run water over it, but mostly it's a minor inconvenience at worst.

...but it looks TERRIBLE.
 
Sharp knife, eh?

The kind where you feel nothing but see everything, and - moreover - see it in glorious, vivid, rich, technicolour,.....mostly red.

Actually, I have a few (exquisite) Japanese....implements, er, knives. Beautiful, wonderfully ergonomic, exquisite.

However, these days, I am very, very careful whenever I wash them, not least because I vividly recall the day when the washing up water turned red, beneath all of those glorious, frothy, little bubbles, and I hadn't felt a thing.
Ah, yes. I've had two Leatherman multi-tools, and when they're new they are SHARP. Cut my thumb very deep the first time I tried to use each knife. Learned my lesson.
 
Ah, yes. I've had two Leatherman multi-tools, and when they're new they are SHARP. Cut my thumb very deep the first time I tried to use each knife. Learned my lesson.
Interesting story about Mr. Leatherman, who invented the tool.

 
Hoping to come to the end of book 10 of the wheel of time finally. And will be happy when it’s over.

Another round of physio today, then back to the home office as per usual. While there are no meetings with clients and no new support issues to take care of you never really know what a Friday has in mind for you, all sort of weird things could happen.

Looking forward to the weekend. Running through a set of lifestyle changes this week from food to exercise and if health allows I’d like to get a new drum kit for home practice.
 
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