This morning I got a huge piece of glass wedged in my foot between my little toe and my second-smallest toe on my right foot. In our house we have lightbulb covers that are made from thick frosted glass and when Maggie got home from Melbourne the kitchen one blew up and shattered splinters on the kitchen floor. Half of the lightbulb is in the holder too so I need to swap that out.

From what I can see Maggie cleaned the tiled area but the carpet is covered in hundreds of shards and it wasn't until one wedged and snapped in my foot that I knew they were there. I'm not sure how she's gone three days without impaling herself. I think Emma has our vacuum cleaner so that might explain why Maggie left it.

It's quite a thick glass, and it's deep into my foot. I've dug around with some nail scissors and can feel the glass scrape on the metal (what a lovely feeling that is) so I know there's something still in there. I thought it might just be the gaping wound that was hurting, but I think it's both the sore and the glass.

Soccer is definately off for tonight, and I'm not going to get a practice run in before Sunday. Right now I'm really doubting that it will even be fixed for the race on Sunday, which is so damn annoying because I'd been training and looking forward to this for a long time.

It feels like this last week I've had my fair share of bad luck. I hope it stops soon.