Idle Hands
I am not knitting, because I sliced my hand open, right at the base of my thumb. Spurred on by That Man’s story of a woman in his hometown who died of tetanus, I went and had a tetanus shot. […]
I am not knitting, because I sliced my hand open, right at the base of my thumb. Spurred on by That Man’s story of a woman in his hometown who died of tetanus, I went and had a tetanus shot. […]