No Fall Like an Old Fall
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I'm not what I consider to be a clumsy person, apart from being born with 2 broken collar bones, I've managed to get to this grand age without too much incident. When I go through my 'ill' phases, I tend to walk into door frames or the corner of a table - nothing drastic, just my balance/judgement out of sinc.
Last week, we decided to take my daughter and two grandaughters to the beach. It was a nice sunny evening and we bundled them (and the dog) into our small car. We arrived at Dymchurch, parked in the local carpark and headed for the fish and chip shop.
We had chosen Dymchurch, and that particular Fish & Chip shop because the last time we'd frequented it there, it was..well, cheap as chips ! Unfortunately, the shop had new owners - and new (inflated) prices but it was too late, we had already ordered !
The grandchildren took great delight in feeding their dinner to the sea gulls. We went onto the beach and my youngest grandaughter, sophie, threw herself into the cold seawater...so much for paddling!
On the sand, across our path, was a small trickle of water - just a couple of feet wide. "Go on mum" my daughter said "you can jump that". "that little bit of water" I said "of course I can". I took a run and (self concious) jump and as I landed my knees buckled, my whole body fell forward with a hard smack on the sand - which was as hard as concrete for some unearthly reason ! My face still imprinting the sand, I couldn't move..injured knees and injured pride kept me there for several minutes. My husband, daughter and grandaughter were laughing like I have never heard, and Sophie was 'tutting' with disappointment because she'd missed it.
All week, my knees and shins had changed to various 'bruise' colours and the swelling had almost gone when I decided to have a little wonder to the end of our garden to see how the veggies were doing! My husband had sectioned off half the garden with a low (temporary) fence so that he can dig and grass seed it, without the dog getting to it. He was the other side of the fence and said " hay Ang, come look at this, your turnips have sprouted" (no, I'm not making this up) I dutifully obliged, forgetting about the low fence and went 'flying' over it !! Again, I landed flat on my face - this time groaning in agony, my back and everything I hadn't hurt the first time, now causing pain. Vic was laughing, trying to instil some modicom of concern in his voice, offering to call an ambulance !
All I can say is - I hope the "everything comes in threes" adage - is a myth !!
Last week, we decided to take my daughter and two grandaughters to the beach. It was a nice sunny evening and we bundled them (and the dog) into our small car. We arrived at Dymchurch, parked in the local carpark and headed for the fish and chip shop.
We had chosen Dymchurch, and that particular Fish & Chip shop because the last time we'd frequented it there, it was..well, cheap as chips ! Unfortunately, the shop had new owners - and new (inflated) prices but it was too late, we had already ordered !
The grandchildren took great delight in feeding their dinner to the sea gulls. We went onto the beach and my youngest grandaughter, sophie, threw herself into the cold seawater...so much for paddling!
On the sand, across our path, was a small trickle of water - just a couple of feet wide. "Go on mum" my daughter said "you can jump that". "that little bit of water" I said "of course I can". I took a run and (self concious) jump and as I landed my knees buckled, my whole body fell forward with a hard smack on the sand - which was as hard as concrete for some unearthly reason ! My face still imprinting the sand, I couldn't move..injured knees and injured pride kept me there for several minutes. My husband, daughter and grandaughter were laughing like I have never heard, and Sophie was 'tutting' with disappointment because she'd missed it.
All week, my knees and shins had changed to various 'bruise' colours and the swelling had almost gone when I decided to have a little wonder to the end of our garden to see how the veggies were doing! My husband had sectioned off half the garden with a low (temporary) fence so that he can dig and grass seed it, without the dog getting to it. He was the other side of the fence and said " hay Ang, come look at this, your turnips have sprouted" (no, I'm not making this up) I dutifully obliged, forgetting about the low fence and went 'flying' over it !! Again, I landed flat on my face - this time groaning in agony, my back and everything I hadn't hurt the first time, now causing pain. Vic was laughing, trying to instil some modicom of concern in his voice, offering to call an ambulance !
All I can say is - I hope the "everything comes in threes" adage - is a myth !!