Nobody told me they'd closed the glass patio doors at my Dad's last night. So obviously I skip merrily straight into them, head first. I didn't manage to knock myself out completely, and I landed safely between the terracota plant pots. There's a wonderful bump above my left eyebrow, and a lovely bruise on the bridge of my nose. More bruising to follow no doubt, and thankfully the fat lip has gone down. However there are signs of concussion.

Serves me right, for showing off by spinning in my Dad's garden, in the semi dark under the influence of wine. And now I must get to my bed, as the pain caused a lack of sleep last night.

AuthorWoolly Wormhead