It's pretty dry around here at the moment, but we are allowed to keep our gardens going a little with buckets of water. As I'm walking down the side of our old house this morning mid-bucketing, looking at the orange dawn instead of where I'm walking, I stood on a very sharp and rusty old roof nail that the possums must have dislodged in their nightly ramblings.
Luckily, I had my rubber thongs on which absorbed a bit of the impact and deflected the the nail into the outside of my big toe instead of the middle. Ouch!
Sadly the little owner of this thong found near Arugam Bay, Sri Lanka after the first tsunami was not so lucky.
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