...that's me. I think I've mentioned it once or twice before now. I am pretty clumsy, although it's mostly when I'm tired, which is more often than not these days.
Last weekend we had gale force winds here, some thunder, but no rain. The wind did quite a lot of damage to the garden, so I have been making attempts to sort it out. Most of the pots containing geraniums had blown over and the plants damaged, but I managed to rescue most of them. It does help that even though the plant breaks off, they are quite sturdy, and once just popped back into the soil, seem to grow again.
During this tidy up I managed to bash my head on a tree, have a bit of a tussle with the hosepipe, resulting in me getting drenched from head to toe, and also slipped over straight into the area just watered, plastering me in mud.
As I came down the balcony steps a few days ago, stepping carefully over the three pups, I bent down to stroke Dave and in his enthusiasm at trying to kiss me, he headbutted me instead, cutting my lip.
I have burnt my arm on the iron, and scalded two fingers on hot water from the tap.
You may remember the heavy wooden shelves that Mr A made and fixed to the wall in the bathroom? This afternoon I stood on a stool to place a towel on the top shelf, and the whole thing started to come away from the wall. In fact it was hanging by one screw. To stop everything from falling off the shelves, I quickly held up the hanging end with my shoulder, whilst trying to carefully remove the contents. As a result of this, I now cannot move my neck which is also very painful, as is my shoulder and arm. I'm taking painkillers and using an anti-inflammatory cream and hoping this will do the trick.
I really shouldn't be left on my own. It might be safer for me to stay in bed for the rest of the week....if only!