To Stub One's Toe...

...is to see red. This evening I mostly hopped about the kitchen saying FUCK under my breath (we don't say the F word in front of our father).

I have tried not to say the F word in front of father ever since I was 7 years old when I had refused to let one of the park friends ride my new bike and she had called me a fucking cow at which I cried. I cycled home and on recounting this story to my dad between sobs on the steps of our flat and he shouted at me, 'don't you ever let me hear you say that word again!'

I have torn the cuticle off my left big toe by scrapping the fridge door over it. It hurt so much my toe went numb.