The Poorly Finger

It's not until you lose the use of something, albeit temporarily,

that you realise just how much you need it.  In this instance it's only

the index finger of my right hand but it's day two without his help and 

I already have a very long list of things that are totally out of the question 

or extremely difficult to achieve.

It all happened in seconds.  One minute I was simply trying to open a

door with a rather stiff handle and the next there was blood gushing

out of my finger and a slicing cut right down to the bone of my

knuckle and I still can't fathom exactly how I managed to do it.

So, what to do about all the runner bean plants that need to go in this

weekend; how am I meant to prepare carrots without

causing myself a further mischief; why is it so difficult to wipe your

bum with the left hand; squeeze and twist bottle caps you can forget;

picking coins out of my purse requires patience and even texting is

currently something of a challenge.

But do you know what is the hardest thing to put up with -

I CAN'T HOLD A NEEDLE.

I   C A N   N O T   SEW!