I just knew I shouldn’t have got out of bed yesterday.
I will only tell you if you promise not to laugh.
It was a lovely and pretty productive day as far as my brother’s work was concerned. He’s cut a load of trees back to let more light into our garden, and done the same at Honorary Auntie M’s. And he’s mended the washing machine (yippeeeeeeeeeee) as well as making a start on building my spare shed. We made a mammoth trip to the tip with a jungle in the boot of my car and the remains of the boys’ climbing frame/swing which alas is no more (a sad departure as it was the gift that all my friends and family bought to welcome Tiddles at his adoption – is it really all that long ago?)
But me? Well, an immovable thorn in the side of my finger is one thing, but the bruises are quite another. It started with me needing to fill a can of petrol for my brother’s chainsaw. I duly filled my car up with petrol and filled the can too. Another car pulled up close behind mine and, as my car is a kangoo and the boot opens up through a rather large arc, I couldn’t open the boot properly to put the petrol can in. So, idiot that I am, I partially opened it and tried to slip the can in. Needless to say – it was almost inevitable wasn’t it – the boot door slammed down on my arm. The buising’s quite effective. Mind you, it looked even more effective at the time as my dermographia set in and the marks of impact became massive, red and inflamed within seconds!!! But now that’s died down and gone, I certainly know my arm’s been squished.
As if that weren’t enough! I was ridiculously tired all day (still am – wonder if it’s to do with not getting enough sleep!) and by the time I eventually got to bed I was desperate for sleep. So, instead of messing around going back and forth between doorway and bedside, I got changed then turned off the light and crawled the length of the bed without turning the bedside light on. Well, when I say crawled “the length” of the bed, I reckon I crawled about three quarters of the length of it in a sort of diagonal direction, then went head over heels off the side and ended up wedged between bed and bedside table in a contorted knot of limbs and with my glass of water trickling gently down the back of my pyjamas… a position from which movement was almost impossible, especially in the pitch dark.
Today I am rather more tired than I would like to be but I have some impressive bruises.. including one the size of China on my right hip.
(I am not going to think about the letter… I am not going to think about the letter… I am not …
– but please remember us in your prayers, especially as the person I mentioned a few posts ago is now apparently living in our village and on the watch out for my son).