Yesterday morning I managed to fall out of bed. I got up and made myself a cup of tea, looked at the clock and realised it was very early so I decided to go back to bed for an hour. As it was a bit chilly I got into bed with my dressing gown on.
I went fast asleep and overslept, waking up to realise that it was almost time to go to the monthly coffee morning. Instead of climbing out of bed I 'gracefully' slid out and landed on the carpet at the side of the bed. How to get up? The skill of getting up when one is getting on in years does not disappear gradually - one day you can get up easily and think nothing of it - the next you can't
- or so it seems to me.
My only option was to crawl/shuffle through to the sitting room where I could use a chair for purchase. Mission accomplished - the doorbell rang. Friend W had arrived at the coffee morning and couldn't understand where I was. Friend H, who lives next door to me, had come round to find out.
Well, it all adds to the excitement I suppose - and at least it proves what good, thoughtful friends I have - they are golden.