I can take care of my 2 sons single handedly now. Before you call me an arrogant prick, let me elaborate. You see, it's because of the efficiency of the Swiss knives and my inefficiency using them. I have managed to cut my finger twice in 4 days. I was totally handicapped. Washing the poo of a 2 year with one hand is a little tricky and a whole lot messier. I know what you are thinking. A picture or it didn't happen. So I took one of my 'Boo Boo' for everyone's benefit. Or 'Pi Pi' as we call an injury in our household. Before you call me a big wuss, it hurt, i tell you! And it took ages to write this blog. It's my typing finger! And it bled like a bitch! On the topic of bitch, Heidi's gone for a work dinner tonight. I wouldn't be jealous if it wasn't a michelin star Indian restaurant. I bet his butter chicken would be bloody awesome! Not sure if they do doggy bags so I asked Heidi to empty the leftovers in her handbag and shoes. She thought I was joking. I wasn't. Those winter boots can store a fair amount. And the feet don't get as sweaty here. Whenever Miro has a 'Pi Pi', daddy has to give it a magic kiss to make the pain go away. He loves the process. I love the process but I can't see it lasting. I wish it would but it may get a touch embarrassing for him if I turn up in school to give his injury a magic kiss when he's 15. Or in my mind, running up to the pitch at Lord's to give him a magic kiss when he's hit on the grill. He would be on 199. He would be playing for India. Ravi Shastri would still be in commentary I imagine. But with Sachin Tendulkar. They would then call me up to join them as a third commentator. I could go on...

By the way, can someone invent a plaster which would stick at the top of one's finger please! The current geometrical shape just doesn't work. I had to do a Macgyver and used sellotape to keep it intact.