I trapped my bloody finger in the catch on my mandolin case. Aaaarrrrggghhhhh!
I think I shouldn't bother getting out of bed tomorrow.
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3 comments:
Nice try Womble.
You have a Mandolin?
Yeah, a mandolin (also known as the musical finger-grater), two fiddles, a guitar, a piano, a descant recorder, a treble recorder, two tenor recorders, a fife and a couple of tin whistles.
Wanna come and live next door? ;o)
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