Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I am typing one handed at the present after a really lucky escape...all caused by my housewifely diligence...something I will rectify...Like it was a warning.

The past days have been really busy and when I fot up today I thought, "Right, today no matter what happens I am going to have at least a couple of hours playing with my photos and looking about at the various posts.

Then Don spotted a big scrape of paint off on one wall and mentioned that wouldn't I like to go down to the shed and find the little pot of matching paint and fix it up...

Sure thing...knowing that that was going to be the end of my planned morning as one thing done always seems to lead to others... and it did.

Coming back up from the shed I spotted lots of tiny black spiders...obviously newly independent from big mumma, and they had festooned the side of out house with so many webs...

Better get that sorted or we'll have an invasion of adult black spiders...

So I got the Cobwebbroom and was going round the house looking up at the eaves of the house, when down BOOM foot stuck in a trench dug in the cement but not filled in... (of course)

I fully expected to hear my ankle crack but the gods be praised no crack... all I got was a bloody knee, sore toe, and two very sore hands.. one is fine now but think I have damaged the wrist of my left hand - luckily...

Life seems pretty good to me right now knowing the disaster it would have been had I been out of action... I can tell you young un's that it hurts a lot more to fall when you are over fifty... and the fall seems to happen slowly like a car accident so you have time to think about all the breaks you are going to get when your face finally smashes into the cement.

Don was suitably sympathetic and even described in detail my actions to our daughter who was talking to him on the phone at the time... What a guy!

But when I tried to open the Scotch bottle with both hands as you do it was just too painful so had to wedge it between my knees... now a computer wouldn't think of that...that sort of adaptability takes a human brain doesn't it?

1 comment:

charlie said...

Phew, MC, what happens to nimbleness when you get over 50? All the spring goes out of the legs and the force of gravity increases tenfold. Not fair, I call it. I used to be young and athletic once upon a time. Still am... but only in my head. Boo hoo.