So it turns out karma really does bite you in the ass.
Having laughed heartily at David's tick, this arvo I found a wierd bump under my anchor tattoo (located in the aforementioned site).
Surgery had to be performed by a hastily sterilized leatherman. When Amanda couldn't get it we had to call in Kirk. Im not sure who was less keen at this point, him or me...
Definitely a bonding experience for the flat. One which we would all rather forget. I will spare you any photos.
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