In all the chaos of my house renovation I forgot about something I've been meaning to tell you lot.
Last month I went on holiday to Morocco and fell through a glass window (don't ask) and ended up getting nasty cuts along my body.
The worst of these being a severely deep gash on my forehead, which was the source of so much spilt blood my shoes are still stained by it. I needed stitches at the hospital almost right away.
Anyway now, a month later, my cuts have all healed but I've ironically got a very reminiscent scar on my forehead. I've got black hair and I wear glasses so I've been told by multiple friends and family that I'm now Harry Potter.
Honestly it's freaky how much this scar resembles Harry's lightning bolt one.
On the plus side though, these scars along my arms (I like to think) make me look manlier.
Anyway I thought this would be a fun story to share now that the whole ordeal is done. Peace.
