I chew the skin around my nails. The thought of biting my nails turns my stomach, but I’m quite happy to gnaw at my fingers as though there was nothing left in the supermarket. As a consequence of recent stress (I suppose) I’ve managed to make a hole in the end of my middle finger on my right hand. If I’d realised how much I use this finger, I might have exercised some restraint – maybe even got some twiglets in stead – however, I didn’t and now it hurts to do pretty much anything. Posts will be brief in an effort to let my finger heal before work begins again in earnest. typing woth my third finger onstead just osn’t working…