Tuesday, 18 September 2018

Finger Condom


Yes, you read the title of this blog correctly, this is called a finger condom. Lynda during her cleaning spells, while pushing some plastic into the recycling managed to cut her fingers on some tins. So off to the ER with fingers dangling, okay not quite but I am trying some empathy here people. 

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