My poor little Jenkins. I hardly knew ye.
This happened last night while I was test driving my Turkish spindle. The single I was spinning broke and the spindle dropped. I caught it reflexively (but not violently) between my calves. Snap went the cross bar.
Guess I’m not taking you to France after all, little guy.
I’m sending him (how do I know it’s a him?) off in the mail to the Jenkins spindle hospital today for diagnosis and treatment. Or a possible transplant procedure.