A pleasant evening; a good book, a silly iPad game, a nice bowl of soup almost ready to eat, and then the prospect of the pub.
One ill-judged arm movement later: a fiddly and unpleasant job of cleaning up soup from all over what seems like 3/4 of the kitchen, half my clothes thrown in the wash, a sudden need to find emergency backup dinner, and no
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