Breakfast carnage

I am about to eat my second slice of toast with marmalade.

The marmalade comes in a little blister pack with a strip-off plastic lid. This hardly ever works, either breaking off or just not opening the pack. So I had to resort to using my blunt, round ended knife. A frenzied bout of stabbing repeatedly meant I could get at the marmalade.

I realised that if I slipped in any way I would stab myself in the abdomen and thus have two giant wounds to contend with. Luckily that did not happen.