So what about the hand you say? Well it’s in a cast, as you can see by the picture, and typing is a bit of a pain in the ass, but it’s coming off in week, so I’ll be free to enjoy all the benefits of a working right hand... After punching a hole in a door, you would have thought that I had learnt my lesson about punching objects, but, as it turns out, I hadn’t. The difference this time was that I punched a wall of the most grey and depressing soviet variety and everybody knows that you don’t fuck around with soviet walls. The nice part was, the surgeon, before taking the X-ray, gave me a pseudo lecture about anger management and made a vague hint that I might kill somebody one day and regret it, so yeah, that was great.
Well, this was just a quick post to let any readers know that I’m still alive and well and will be getting some new posts up soon.
Have a good weekend fellow expat warriors and don’t punch any walls.