Not quite so brave

Another from my occasional series of Books From the Attic. Ok, and also taken close to midnight.

The sentiment is quite apt as I woke up with what I thought was a runny nose and found myself in A&E two hours later. My drippy beak turned out to be a rather frightening heavy nose bleed which poured like a tap and wasn't for stopping for a full ninety minutes. The emergency bottle of American cream soda in the fridge played a significant part in stopping me from passing out. Even in the name of blip I wasn't able to document the situation.

Home in the evening to what looked like a scene from chainsaw massacre throughout the house. Now it has never been cleaner.