This morning I decided to attack the study window - wash down the paintwork and wash the window. I did the bathroom window last week so this week it was the study's turn. (I do have a cleaner who comes each week, so these are just extra jobs I like to do to keep things smart).
The farmer took the steps upstairs for me - they are jolly safe ones with a platform on the top. I spent about an hour on the window and was very pleased with the result - very satisfying.
I came downstairs, had a coffee and did the crossword in The Times, as I usually do mid morning. Then I thought I would just have a stroll round the front garden to note which was the next spot to be tackled (couch grass or ground elder anyone?).
I walked down the concrete path to the front gate, Tess at my side, and then I tripped over my own shadow and fell heavily on to my left side on the concrete!
Nothing broken, just a hard bang to my elbow (I think - but time and bruises will tell). Shaken up, I lay for a few minutes and then came the major job. I had to get up again.
If you are over seventy and can still get up easily from a prone position on the ground then please, please, please keep practising the manoeuvre because if you don't then sure as eggs are eggs you will lose the ability.
Slowly but surely I rolled over and got into a crawling position, watched quizzically by Tess throughout, but then came the problem. Concrete is very hard and I was quite a long way from the front door. The only option was to crawl there slowly (I have a bad arthritic knee)
I did this. There are two big steps into the house. I managed to get an elbow on the higher of the two by going round the side, and, using a concrete tub holding a rose bush as a lever, I managed to get to my feet.
Actually very little damage done apart from a few bruises, a bit of stiffness, a slight feeling of being a bit shaken up and maybe a bit of hurt pride (although does it really matter - I am still here and I didn't break anything) but the moral of the story
is to take my walking stick when I go outside and to jolly well look where I am going.
Actually Tess quickly lost interest once I started to crawl up the path. So much for her telling me each evening at feed time just how much she loves me!
I have just noticed that this is my 2,523 post - I can't believe I have found that many things to write about.