I have a suggestion for a new sport to be included in the next Commonwealth Games, and I'm sure that it would prove to be far more entertaining than either Walking or Synchronised Drowning.
This morning, I decided to cut my dagger-like toenails - it tends to be a long, drawn-out process involving cramp, vertigo and much cursing. Consequently, I don't do them very often and they get a little unwieldy - the signal that it's chainsaw-on-the-piggies time is usually when my boots get a bit too tight.
Once I get into the swing of things, it's quite uneventful - apart from the occasional clatter as a particularly shrapnel-like shard ricochets off the light bulb and knocks an ornament over. There's then a five minute game of 'hunt the horny croissant' as I pick the bits up from off the carpet, behind the television, from under the bird's cage and out of the fish tank.
This morning was no exception, apart from the fact that TWO lumps of big toenail actually flew into the litter bin of their own accord within the first three snips. No human (or in my case barely human) intervention required - straight in with a satisfying clatter. Over the next five minutes I came close to bagging the hat-trick, but never quite made it.
I've even given the sport a new name - Toedlywinks - and I think that it is just the thing needed to revive the flagging interest in the Commonwealth Games when the Isle of Wight stage the 2010 event.