Within a couple of seconds, that changed to a searing sensation of pain.
I looked down to see that I had managed to knock over the freshly-made, boiling-hot, cup of tea that Amelia had just brought in… all over my foot!
“Ow ow ow!” I ripped off my soaking-wet sock, but the pain continued, so I hopped and hobbled as quickly as I could to the downstairs loo and tried to squeeze my size 11 plate into the world’s smallest hand-basin.
“Ow ow ow!” The cold water didn’t seem cold enough to be doing anything. “Quick!” said Mrs M to Amelia, trying to show concern, but at the same time not take her eyes away from Emma and Anton’s Paso: “Quick, get a bag of frozen peas out of the freezer!”
We didn’t have any frozen peas, so I had to make do with Curly Fries.
It wasn’t helping much and after a short while the fries started to warm up, so they went back into the freezer and out came a bag of Chicken Fillets. Surprisingly, frozen chicken fillets don’t mold themselves around the toes that well!
I spent the remainder of Saturday evening with my foot in the washing-up bowl filled with cold water.
This time, I remembered to take a photo. I’m sure you’re all pleased about that!