The title today comes courtesy of Kath, from Blurb From The Burbs fame. Thanks, Kath. It's not quite what I said at the time, but it'll do.
Today, I stumbled over something that has been in the exact same place as originally put when I first moved in here.
Yep. I stumbled over something that's been there for seven years. For seven, almost eight, years, my feet have moved around this item of furniture without even once so much as stubbing a toe.
Now we all know what happens when we stumble, right?
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, dogs, cats and budgies. We fling out our arms in a desperate attempt to balance and/or stop ourselves from falling all the way down.
So I instinctively flung out both arms. Completely forgetting my injured shoulder.
Holy Cow!!! That baby hurt.
I spent the next few minutes clutching the shoulder, swearing and crying.
Well, it's a few hours later now, I've massaged analgesic cream into it, I've had a two hour nap and the shoulder isn't too bad.
I'm going to be a damn sight more careful from now on, that's for sure.
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