So here goes.....
This week I got my pinky wedged in the farm gate.How I managed this is another story. But it just so happens that at the gate there is no mobile reception. One metre away there is - but I was stuck and in agony.
I had two options, stay stuck until maybe someone drove past( the postie wasn't due for another hour) and spotted me or try to pull the gate up and yank my finger out. Well I chose the later and it worked . I was fine till I saw the blood gushing from it. Immediately felt ill and feint. My dog was of no use. I thought this is your time to shine like lassie. But she just threw her stick at me!
I had my fingerless gloves I made on and was thinking I have to stop this bleeding but I don't want to get blood on my gloves!
I made it down to our laundry for a clean rag , trying all the time not to pass out. Got inside the house for my telephone numbers, because by this stage my eyes were so blurry I couldn't read the small print on my mobile and I couldn't remember anyones numbers. SO fortunately I got hold of my neighbour and he checked out my finger( I couldn't bare to look at it myself) and reassurred me it didn't need stitches. By then I felt like a bit of a woose.
So I was very grateful my neighbour came to my rescue and grateful for all those other times too. Like the time my dog and myself needed rescuing from a scarry dog that wouldn't let us pass when we were on our walk and the time a red warning light appeared on the car dash and it turned out to be the brake fluid and he just happened to have some spare.
Actually we have 3 fantastic neighbours who also are always bringing fresh farm produce to us( their thumbs are much greener than ours).
Hopefully thats not been too long winded for you...?
Please pop over to Maxabella's for more grateful stories
ps. the cow belongs to my neighbour.