Phew

Usually I am a hyper bag of nerves...my dad called me Sal Volatile, my mum said I was just very highly strung. BUT when it comes to the hardy-hardy there is no-one cooler than *MOI*
VIZ:
Last night a flake of glass shot from the edge of an old frame I was breaking up.
It went straight into my eye. I knew what had happened immediately I felt the sting, and FROZE. Without moving my eye, I walked to the nearest tap, and carefully put my face under it so loads of water washed away the glass. My eye bled a little and there's a red mark on the white, but its quite OK.
Cool or wot.


I could have been her