Of course, I didn;t know he was doing first, like is he trying to cross in front of me to go into a shop or somewhere, but no, he just pushed into me.
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And so, rather than giving him the benefit of the doubt, you felt you had to punch him in the back of the neck.
Today's mishaps.
Without realising, while painting part of the kitchen walls I knocked the scab off the bash I got on the head the other day and ended up leaving red blood 'dabs' on the ceiling!
Later, the steps shot out from under me and dumped me on the deck. Only fell about a metre and don't think I've done myself much damage apart from a slightly sore left hip and shoulder. The paint brush did a loop through the air over me and landed on the opposite worktop after bouncing off a dog food bag leaving a splodge of white emulsion :).
:lol: No I shouldn't laugh really... you know it might be your body's way of telling you to get someone in to do it.
The days of heroic injuries are well and truly behind us - gone are the days of emerging from a smashed car with a small cut on our cheek like James Bond, or getting our hair tousled in a fight like Roger Moore in The Saint, these days we can put our back out just doing a big fart.
Yes I know what you mean, I'm a bit like that. But it's not that I want to do it, I just don't want to pay someone else. Though getting folk in to do what we can't or don't want to do, that's how most of us make a living.