A Little Tip for You: Don't Point the Finger

My dad sliced the tip of his finger off yesterday with a pair of garden shears. He was pruning the waterlillies. Mum said she found the tip on the blades, looking like half a baked bean. The finger bled for England, so they visited the JR's A&E. Unfortunately the chopped off end was too small for them to sew back on, so dad will presumably have a stubby finger now for the rest of his years.