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Last Sunday, after a day of house-hunting, we settled in with the cats for an evening of couch bed and back-to-back episodes of Dexter. We were just getting comfy when there was a knock at the door.

It was our neighbor (the landlord for the Americans, who left without saying hello OR goodbye!) He's one of those guys who is ALWAYS doing "home improvements" but you never see any result. A fence gets half dismantled, and never repaired. A yard gets torn up in anticipation of landscaping or paving, but it just sits unattended for months. He's a nice guy but man... We've spent entire Saturdays sitting on our deck reading magazines, while all you can hear next door are the sounds of hammering and sawing. There should be an entire second house built by now, for all the work this guy does. We're always remarking, "What the hell is DOING over there?!"

Well, turns out the guy's not skilled. He'd cut himself with a saw and was wondering if he needed a ride to the hospital. He was pretty freaked out. But a quick rinse under the tap revealed a minor cut, the type that bleeds a LOT but isn't deep. We sent him on his way with some iodine and Iain's version of bandages. I asked for a picture. Yeah, that's duct tape.