day! It is only 5.30am and already I have fallen down the stairs. I personally blame it on the green ceiling? I got up early thinking about the shade I had chosen.
I like the ‘News of the World’ reporter made my excuses and left the man. Not sure many will understand this. If you need an explanation let me know.
I crept down the stairs carefully, where I went wrong was by admiring the early morning light coming into the hall from the front door. I mistook the third step for the last step and fell onto the bare wooden floor. Finding myself on my back, looking back the way I had come. The interesting thing about the whole manoeuvre was the elegance with which I accomplished the whole shebang. Hardly a clatter was heard, I was mindful of not waking the sleeping giant.
I lay there for a while, accessing the damage, my knee mainly, my worn back wasn’t exactly chuffed
at the unlooked for excursion.
Getting myself up, caused cramp to think about putting in an appearance? By sheer willpower I decided to kick that idea into touch. All this happened within hearing distance of the man. I am chuffed with myself for not making even a mouse squeak while this was all going on.
I got myself mobile and did what all respecting Brit’s do...
made myself a cup of tea
and here I am no worse for wear.
Well maybe a little, the jury is still out as to whether my 9 am yoga class is a good idea?
The cooking apple green ceiling from where I sit...
not quite right!
Not a kind colour!
I like the ‘News of the World’ reporter made my excuses and left the man. Not sure many will understand this. If you need an explanation let me know.
I crept down the stairs carefully, where I went wrong was by admiring the early morning light coming into the hall from the front door. I mistook the third step for the last step and fell onto the bare wooden floor. Finding myself on my back, looking back the way I had come. The interesting thing about the whole manoeuvre was the elegance with which I accomplished the whole shebang. Hardly a clatter was heard, I was mindful of not waking the sleeping giant.
I lay there for a while, accessing the damage, my knee mainly, my worn back wasn’t exactly chuffed
at the unlooked for excursion.
Getting myself up, caused cramp to think about putting in an appearance? By sheer willpower I decided to kick that idea into touch. All this happened within hearing distance of the man. I am chuffed with myself for not making even a mouse squeak while this was all going on.
I got myself mobile and did what all respecting Brit’s do...
made myself a cup of tea
and here I am no worse for wear.
Well maybe a little, the jury is still out as to whether my 9 am yoga class is a good idea?
The cooking apple green ceiling from where I sit...
not quite right!
Not a kind colour!
I think I would fall down the stairs if I got up that early!! I threw myself into the house a few weeks ago when trying to enter while carrying 2 heavy shopping bags. I caught my toe on the raised threshold ( sliding door) and crashed on to the hall floor. Bashed my knee and shin but survived better than the eggs that were in one of the bags!!
ReplyDeleteBrain and feet wern’t singing from the same song sheet that early in the day! I think tomorrow will be interesting when things stiffen up.
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It always amazes me of how the things that we take for granted suddenly cause us to trip up and after awhile one realises that we need to be more aware of our actions, by not taking things for granted. Glad that you did not suffer too much.
ReplyDeleteThanks Heron. They do say that most accidents happen in the home. It is so easy to think you are safe at home then BANG you come a cropper!
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Ouch! I think the very least your husband can do, by way of thanks for his lie-in, is to rub some arnica into your bruised areas. Stay safe.x
ReplyDeleteThe funny thing is I really feel I should be a stunt woman. I do fall so elegantly without a sign of the true gallumping me.
DeleteThe builder has gone for my next choice of colour for the ceiling. Pale Cashmere this time. Much more soothing than the tart Bramley!
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