Poor James, he started his day on Monday by stepping on a piece of glass that we had missed cleaning up from when my lovely red bowl broke.
It was a really deep cut and the blood was literally pouring out, leaving a puddle on the floor. I made him lie down, managed to stop the flow, and then put a bandage on. Nurse Charlotta to the rescue.
Then at work he managed to prick himself with a pin, and then he sat on a chair and it broke in three pieces. Oh dear, what a day.
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