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While singing he kept signaling with his eyes for me to look at my knees. There I saw my bloody knee soaking my white stockings. Apparently while crawling on the deck (stage floor) I ripped it open on a nail.
That was how I thought that I would mange to get over the stresses of the last few week. I managed to get a quiet few minutes in the sun at lunchtime -- bliss.