Splinter in Finger

Making the coffee every morning for Galia before she gets out of bed is a routine carried out every day. Never usually a problem, but then just one thing out of line and it leads to problems. That's what happened this particular morning. The coffee was being made and the teaspoon just dropped out of my hand onto the floor. As I reached down to pick it up, my hand brushed against the wooden cabinet door. A sudden pain was felt as a splinter form the door wedged itself into my finger. The coffee had to wait while I got the tweezers to extract the small splinter of wood that had submersed itself into my flesh. Good morning Martin!