Sunday I spent a large part of my day doing house cleaning in my parents summer house, where I was seriously bitten by some sort of mutant acarids. It was not very fun. Those little monsters are nasty, I was bitten last year and itched for 8 days (and nights).
I had to see some friends in the next little town, and my daughter left my phone there, so after the housecleaning, we drove back instead of going home.
Finally we were home and I was glad because my vacation time had finally begun for good!
To celebrate that, I broke my finger against a chaise lounge on my balcony.
In french, I'd say : c'était pas le pied (litterally : "it was not the foot"), meaning : it wasn't great at all/ it sucked! (contrary is : c'est le pied - it's the foot / it's great / it rocks)
Anyway it's all right now, I have a lot of free time and I'm really enjoying this drawing and blogging thing a lot! If I didn't itch so much it would be absolutely the foot!