but last night I had half a glass....here's my excuse....

My husband decided he wanted a potato gratin and that we should use the mandalin to cut the potato so it would be all nicely cut the same width.  Anyway, after fobbing me off about using the safety slider where you put the vegetable in and then slide it across to cut with another object you press down on it, he decided just to use the tool which you press down on the vegetable and slide it himself......at a high speed I might add, but only 5 times before

...slicing half his fingerprint of his smallest finger on his right hand.  Claret EVERYWHERE!

So, had to "attend" to that in between difficult children at meal time, getting our own dinner ready and then realising I better finish the potatoes, but not before, cleaning the gore off the blade, removing the last few pieces "just in case" and in the process finding that poor unfortunate bit of his flesh under the mandolin.

That was it for me.  (I studied Business for a reason .....I almost fainted whilst learning to strap ankles in Health & PE at school).   There was no way I could eat any dinner whatsoever.  I was tired, cranky, flustered, had to dress and redress this wound which which kept leaving claret everywhere and despite the several vomits and poos I've cleaned up after kids, childbirth, monthly periods, bleeding noses, which I was all fine with, nothing quite compares to a small amount of human flesh to gross me right out for 24 hours.

So he sent me to our room with a glass of wine & Desperate Housewives to get my appetite back but let me tell you, I'm still struggling.  If I was a nurse, I think I'd end up anorexic and an alcoholic!