Six weeks ago I did a very, very silly thing! Juggling preparing dinner with collecting the washing from the garden I was in a hurry and somehow, as I was going back for the last item of washing, I tripped over the clothes prop, twisted awkwardly around it and fell slap-bang on my side. I tried to get up but it very quickly dawned on me that I'd either broken something or twisted my leg extremely badly. Unfortunately, there was no-one around! I tried shouting for help but only the cat came. Eventually, stupidly or not (I was starting to get very cold), I slowly and carefully crawled on all fours to the side door with the cat calmly trotting alongside me. Remarkably, I managed to pull myself up a step and rattle the letterbox.
