Bruise pristine

I'm not entirely sure how this happened, but I can hazard a guess- I have a somewhat hazy memory of being hit in the face by a lady with an aggressively outsize handbag whilst crammed in the lift*, with the result that I now have a black eye. I'm extraordinarily proud of it; I've never had a black eye in my life, but, on reflection, I'm quite impressed I've managed to avoid this for so long- due to my innate clumsiness, I walk into doors that are being held open for me, and I fall down steps on a reguar basis. I drop everything- I have been known to break every single cup in my flat**- and have even got a burn mark on my ear, as I missed my hair whilst toying with my beautiful flatmate Sophie's straightening irons- in future, I'll use flatmate Damien's straightners as they're special boy ones***, and very small- presumably to minimise the burn risk, as he has longer hair than me.
I suspect this bruise will lose its appeal as it starts to swell and turn green, but for now its ace, and has a certain comedy appeal- I just couldn't understand why I was getting so many sideways glances from complete strangers last night, but at encouragement from the ever amoral Alec I was lead to believe it was because I looked hot. He's such a bastard, and I actually live with an evil genius.


*I've never quite learned how to do stairs whilst wearing heels, without a death grip on the banister, but last night my nail polish was still wet and I didn't want to chip it.
**I have a nasty feeling that next year i'll have more trouble persuading people to live with me.
***As in, they come in a limited edition blue.