I zipped up Jade’s jacket this morning and my hand slipped off. The corner of my thumbnail (which wasn’t even sharp) pierced the skin at the tip of my index finger.
And it bled.
I’d have thought that only a dunce like me could manage something like this, but when I mentioned it to Michael, he said he did almost the exact same thing to his finger a couple of weeks ago.
No wonder we belong together.


