On my commute home yesterday I came across a lorry who was lost and parked on a lane so I had to throw my bike on my shoulder and walk around it, during which I cut my knee on a bramble.
I carried on my route ignoring the inch long blood trail coming from the worlds smallest cut, when I got home my daughter, who's 3 spotted it, she pulled a wincing face and put her hands on her hips and said 'tut- daddy- I told you to be careful', which she had done when I left in the morning, she sounded very cross that I'd clearly not been careful.
My wife wasn't bothered, told me not to get blood on the carpet.
I carried on my route ignoring the inch long blood trail coming from the worlds smallest cut, when I got home my daughter, who's 3 spotted it, she pulled a wincing face and put her hands on her hips and said 'tut- daddy- I told you to be careful', which she had done when I left in the morning, she sounded very cross that I'd clearly not been careful.
My wife wasn't bothered, told me not to get blood on the carpet.