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Well, the accidental probably reveals me to be utterly clumsy and without any co-ordination whatsoever this week. In the past five days I have:
1.over-poured a glass of water into my lap
2.walked into the printer bench outside our workroom...twice
3.pulled too far over to the left on a road which had been narrowed by roadworks, clipped the curb, dented the wheel rim thus breaking the seal on the tyre, getting a flat and having to change it whilst already running late for work
4.forgotten a very important folder and had to drive home and back to work again to get it
5.and (drum roll) last night I fell down the stairs. Every single bloody one of them.
My problem is that I try to corner too fast whilst wearing socks, which is a very foolish thing to do. Sock twists round under foot (maybe I should get ABS fitted), foot slips forward, and before I know it - bumpety bumpety bump. Just like Pooh bear. Straight down to the bottom. On my bottom. Well, for most of the time.
What was even worse was being discovered by Eddy, after managing to crawl to the sofa and sit nursing my arm cussing silently. The noise was so loud apparently, he was quite shocked and ran straight down. The pain's bad enough without the indignity of being discovered.
Just a wee bit bumped and bruised, nothing broken. But I'm a little sore today - both physically and mentally as I had the most graphically awful dream last night. Been a while since I had one of them. I won't go into the details, as it was bloody unpleasant, but the usual stuff. Woke up horrified at 5am, and couldn't close my eyes again for half an hour or so, as it seemed to be imprinted on my eyelids. Still keeps flashing up today every so often, which isn't much fun. Odd how dreams can reach over so far into reality.
Anyway, my work here (in work) is done, so I may as well go home.
No plans set in stone as such this weekend, although a lot of work to do - anyone want to play?
1.over-poured a glass of water into my lap
2.walked into the printer bench outside our workroom...twice
3.pulled too far over to the left on a road which had been narrowed by roadworks, clipped the curb, dented the wheel rim thus breaking the seal on the tyre, getting a flat and having to change it whilst already running late for work
4.forgotten a very important folder and had to drive home and back to work again to get it
5.and (drum roll) last night I fell down the stairs. Every single bloody one of them.
My problem is that I try to corner too fast whilst wearing socks, which is a very foolish thing to do. Sock twists round under foot (maybe I should get ABS fitted), foot slips forward, and before I know it - bumpety bumpety bump. Just like Pooh bear. Straight down to the bottom. On my bottom. Well, for most of the time.
What was even worse was being discovered by Eddy, after managing to crawl to the sofa and sit nursing my arm cussing silently. The noise was so loud apparently, he was quite shocked and ran straight down. The pain's bad enough without the indignity of being discovered.
Just a wee bit bumped and bruised, nothing broken. But I'm a little sore today - both physically and mentally as I had the most graphically awful dream last night. Been a while since I had one of them. I won't go into the details, as it was bloody unpleasant, but the usual stuff. Woke up horrified at 5am, and couldn't close my eyes again for half an hour or so, as it seemed to be imprinted on my eyelids. Still keeps flashing up today every so often, which isn't much fun. Odd how dreams can reach over so far into reality.
Anyway, my work here (in work) is done, so I may as well go home.
No plans set in stone as such this weekend, although a lot of work to do - anyone want to play?
