yesterday afternoon i closed a car door on my leg. sigh.

this is like, some sort of superturbo spring loaded car door which slams shut rather frighteningly if you so much as beckon it towards you once you’re comfortably seated. this had happened enough times (three) in an afternoon that the boy, although not saying in so many words “you really don’t have to slam the door so hard,” at the last occurance, had uttered, “hmmm”.

when we got home after our excursion to gardens ‘r’ us, i got out of the car and attempted to close the door quietly after myself by holding on to the handle and slowly, smoothly guiding the door along its arc. sadly, a momentary lapse in my depth of field perception meant that my leg was still in the range of the swinging door.

so, it wasn’t like i slammed the door on my leg. more like the sharp corner on the bottom edge of the door was dragged slowly and smoothly across and into my flesh. oh the whimpering noises that ensued. the bent over double. the pleasant surprise that blood wasn’t dribbling down my leg and puddling around my feet. instead, the curious bruise.

fortunately a couple of hours later i was distracted from this throbbing lump by an invitation to ms anna’s house by the sea, where a video was rented and takeaway dinner procured. the video was “terminator 3”, which was so unspectacular and tedious in parts that we could concentrate fully on the lavish spread, which was vietnamese, and included a serve of banh xeo [from wanderingspoon.com] complete with a plastic bag of fresh herbs for sprinkling. oh banh xeo, how i have longed for thee.