I spent an hour trying to sort my foot out ! I broke a glass bowl in the kitchen the other day and thought I’d swept it all up. The one time I have no slippers on I went to rinse my cup and managed to step on what must have been a microscopic sliver by the sink.
This sounds like a non event but as I’m crippled with arthritis and can’t touch my feet it turned into a performance worthy of the circus !
In the end I had to put a mirror on the floor so I could see the bottom of my foot and then swab it with tissue sellotaped to the end of a long paintbrush and then ditto with some TCP ointment.
What an old twerp I am ! It’ll teach me to keep my slippers on 
Oh for those heady days when I was lithe and lovely !
( That’s a lie actually as even when young I was porky and plain - but at least I could touch my bloody feet ! )
Utterly fascinating film on iplayer - Garden of 1000 bees
have you ever been mistaken for a race/ethnicity/ancestry that you are not?


. I've found it hard to accept that I won't work again (63, had a stroke last year, from which I'm 90% back to what I was). My sons, husband and GDs love me. I'm very lucky. x