Ahhhh ....Pain

I put the glass back in my greenhouse this weekend. The lovely Mrs Austin-Booth is using Chez Rich for her newyears eve party. And the party room is currently full of fuchias. So, I needed to get the greenhouse up. And I was on the penultimate pane of glass, and just thinking that everything had gone remarkably well & there were no breakages & the damn glass popped for no good reason. Amazingly I did not slice off any body parts. So to make up for this I pressed my wrist against the incinerator. Ahh, the heady smell of burning flesh. God & I had words that afternoon. The ******.