Double accident

Aged about 18, on May Day in Barbados, I was preparing sandwiches for the usual picnic. I had placed the empty corned beef tin in the bin but unknown to me the dog had come in and removed it for a lick, leaving it just behind me. Sandwiches done, I stepped back.... onto said tin, making a hockey- stick slice in my foot. The picnic transport was redeployed to the hospital where 12 stitches were required and I had quite a few days off school to which I returned wearing a flip flop...... About 18 years later on the first May Day in Nigeria, the family newly arrived from London, set off from Benin City to meet some in-laws who worked at Shell camp, Warri. ( no telephones to forewarn them). We were royally entertained, and a meal including snails was being prepared. I knew I had to find a way to avoid this but could not have wished for such an excuse as presented itself Unbeknown to me, one of the cousins decided to take the boys all 3 at once, for a spin on his shiny new motorbike...My middle son aged 8, must have sought a grip and his foot was sliced by the hub(?). At the clinic, he too received 12 stitches and was off school for 9 weeks...and returned...in flip flops... So every year I get a text from his left (?) foot to mine.