Ouch

Imagine my suprise when a few seconds after writing about First Matie's accident, I simply fell down the stairs myself. My method was to simply omit the final step and land heavily on my knees. This hurt like mad, and one of the legs went ominously numb. Luckily my personal emergency service, Lorraine arrived shortly after. L thought it was possible it was broken, but as everything was aligned and I could stand on it these were promising signs. After painkillers, coldpads etc, swelling went down somewhat.

Lorraine then off home, after sending me to bed, feeling shaken and rather foolish.

This morning much improved, and I was able to gingerly creep off to the bread shop. Still feeling jarred. Perhaps another quiet day is called for.