Diving Bell Headbutt & the Butterfly Steristrip

First BBQ in the garden tonight and was only just telling MrsB I would like to lift the door head in the garage to prevent me cracking (and cutting) my head there like I have done so regularly over the last twenty-odd years. Clearly, door heads at 5'5" and man heads at 6'2" don't mix it seems.
 
A minute later and my face literally rang a bell, as I head-butted our dinner-bell carrying stuff from garden to conservatory. Ironically we had already eaten. Result, a beautifully neat horizontal cut from that bell end and no sympathy from Mrs B.
 
Just heard from J safely arrived in Katmandu.