mcmanaman

Pride comes before a fall and afterwards...blood. If it hadn't been for a group of passing brownies I would have been buried under the falling snow like a toddler's dad at the beach. I had a cut on my face the shape of a frown. The Brownies gave me fifteen stitches, and waited for me to regain consciousness so they could pose for a photograph to show Brown Owl and pass their first aid badge. By the time I got to your house dinner had been ruined you ate the lasagne yourself made a salad from the saut?ed potatoes to take with you to work for lunch. You said you weren't angry just worried and when you saw the stitches you brought my forehead to your lips. The pain seemed to disappear and when I looked in the mirror the cut had gone septic.

When I drive past the steelworks I put my middle finger in the air and wave it like a windscreen wiper. I don't want to hate Scunthorpe there are...