Getting a fix

Finally made it back to the climbing gym with a friend. During the course of making breakfast, my right thumb had a close encounter with the bread knife, a big irritation, but I bound it up and went climbing anyway. The bandage didn't show any evidence of blood until after about an hour and a half's worth of working out, and didn't hurt, so I figured it was fine. A bit throbby, but it will mend. My friend offered to use some surgical glue on it that they use on animals at the vet's,
but I demurred, thanking her politely.
Sweet little repast with the beloved spouse, then interpreted a British murder mystery for my mother. Those accents can be a bugger.