Behold the wrist of pain. I do all the cooking here. Today Dear A turns up an hour earlier than expected and offers to help with dinner. When I cook rice, I put THIS much rice in with WITH much water and boil it for THIS long. Perfect rice, perfected over decades of practice. Today I lift the (admittedly strangely rattly) lid to receive a steam scald from a pan of rice with treble the amount of water the quantity of rice required, boiling at a rate that the atmosphere of Venus would have given up on. As I speak, the redness has turned to white blebs.