Over the weekend, we were breaking up wood for the wood-burner in winter.

Some of it was old fence-panels, which needed each strip of wood to be split up into manageable pieces. Like a knobhead, I chose to do this mainly over my leg, snapping the bits as necessary.

However, when the wood snapped in the wrong place, it didn’t half make a mess of my arm…

Woodpile, not self-harm

Ouchy