I was raking around in the chest freezer, pulled a bag of mackerel out of the way not realising the bag was torn and one of the damn things flew up and smacked me in the eye. Grrrrrr.
I'm sure that if this dastardly eye-popping incident had thrust itself into the daily life of Agatha Christie, she would have devised a devilishly clever detective thriller in which no red-herrings were involved.
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