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I think it's my bash, bash, bash method of cleaning.
There are all sorts of nooks and crannies that need to be cleaned (especially need to be cleaned; no-one gets ill on my watch) and at this time of year there is limited time to do so.
Add that to my born proclivity for bruising and a dicky liver...
Of all the ways I could hurt myself on the counter, given the knives, the slicer, the ovens etc, it's almost always the bruises.
Again with the bruises, oy vey. I can say that, because I once had Sheldon (as a Secret Santa).
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