The manure heap is the size of my house! Huge, monstrous, and steaming like a steel plant chimney! But, the plants are gonna love it, and the worms are gonna eat the stuff! Well at least that’s the plan!
I`ve cut back this year on the veggie patch area, too much. So today was a spread the muck day! I was really enjoying myself, and to be honest having a good time. That is until ?
Have you ever done something, a certain something, that just before you do it, and while doing it, you know you shouldn’t be doing it? Well that’s what I did!
The sharp pronged fork I was using to spread the muck, (a great bit of kit!) was held aloft, in order that I may thrust it into the pile! It was then, that I rebalanced myself.
I placed my left foot on the pile of dung. Then I began the downward thrust of the fork. As it descended, I was acutely aware that this was a bad idea. But it was too late, the sharp prongs were heading for a collision course with my left foot!
I knew it was going to hurt, and there wasn’t a thing I could do. I distinctly remember the sharp prongs entering through the top of my wellington boot. In went one prong, straight through and out via the sole. I stood and waited for the pain.
Nothing happened at first, so I retrieved the fork from my foot, and waited for the blood to seep out onto the ground. Nothing!
My immediate thought was, that I had damaged a nerve, so I sat down, and began to remove the boot. To my delight, the prong had passed right through the boot, and between my big toe and the next one along! I was as pleased as Punch!
Here is the boot, notice the puncture hole?
Here is the foot! All in one piece!