Ok, so for nearly thirty years I've had a little hard pea shaped lump in my upper arm. And every so often I'll try to pop it, squeeze it, whatever. Never any joy.
I tend to forget about it each winter when I'm in long sleeves, then when my arms are bare in summer I remember and start fiddling. This year for some reason (probably to do with being quite a bit skinnier) it has driven me mad. I've been fiddling with it constantly. Something had to be done.
Thankfully, after all this time, I now have a partner in sporn. A fifteen year old apprentice with a Sandra Lee education. This job wasn't ever going to be a single hander.
Tonight was the night. Tweezers sterilised, scalpel acquired from eBay. Cotton wool and TCP at the ready. Local anaesthetic courtesy of Anbesol, and it was time.
And would you like to see the lump of rock that (eventually) I got out? 