….and now I’ve managed to cut the palm of my right hand, a nice deep cut too. How did I manage to do this? How about trying to carry a piano. As I put the thing down a protruding nail ripped into my hand – not too painful, but bloody all the same. Pianos are heavy, and I’m not used to carrying the things.
Mad rush to the pharmacy before it closed to get a large plaster and some antiseptic powder – otherwise I would have had to have gone and passed a lovely long time waiting in the casualty department of our local hospital – Italian hospitals are the same as UK ones – casulty requires a long wait – unless you turn up in an ambulance – I know, I have some experience….
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
Well, they do say trouble comes in threes. What will be the third piece of bad luck!!! I’ll keep you posted.
PS My hand hurts – but only a bit.
