You would think after 30 years of shaving I would be able to shave without cutting myself. However, I can’t. This morning, after I had a workout in the gym (so I was wide awake, no bleary eye excuses), I had a shave. I have managed to cut myself. When God put the wiring in my body, he must have had an artery left over that he didn’t know what to do with, and so he terminated it at the point of my face which I cut with the razor. Normally a shaving nick dries up quickly. Not this one. So, I have a large plaster on my face, and people are assuming I have been fighting.