Somehow I've hurt my foot. Not in the "I've been working on my feet all day" way that's familiar to me, but on top of the foot as though I dropped something heavy on it (except I didn't). Just liberally sprayed with my go to pain relief spray and contemplating my dinner. Mr Peeler cooked shazlicks which were lovely but the chicken ones could've done with a little more cooking (I checked the kids ones and they were fine, just mine didn't seem right). Pray for me!
Thankyou for your thoughts and prayers, seriously. I like to believe there is a chicken God with resplendent plumage, piercing avian stare and faint BBQ waft.