Lisa was in a bad mood as she left the doctors surgery. Having broken her nose during a particularly vigorous game of battleships, she felt as though she was walking about with a traffic cone attached to her face. Being told she had to wait a year before it could be fixed was intolerable, and surely a travesty of international proportions. Despite friends assuring her that she looked fine, Lisa knew her nose was attempting to crawl round her face to join her right ear. She was not being paranoid or irrational. This nose had been let loose, and was clearly going to ruin her life.
In addition, Lisa had seen an ex boyfriend of hers when she had decided to go running. Flailing about in the midst of what could only have been a heart attack was not how Lisa wanted ex boyfriends to remember her. To add insult to injury, the ex had cut his hair and now looked like a shaved bird. Why is it that when you stop seeing a person they take it as an excuse to go about looking like a complete tosser? The mind boggles.
