Ouch...

I fell down the stairs!
I'm not known for being the most graceful of people, I often drop glasses (both wine ones and seeing ones, but mostly wine ones), tread on upturned plugs and generally spend my life tripping over, but this act of stupidness resulted in an actual bona fide injury. A deep gash to my shin and a two badly bruised ankles.

I'd been busy getting ready to go out for my sisters birthday dinner, when my fella E arrived at the front door, knocking furiously as the door was locked, he was late and still had to get changed. I live in a flat so have to go downstairs to answer the door. Anyway, I went to let him in when my stupidly high heel somehow got caught in the carpet and I went flying. E saw the whole event throught the little window in my door. And to make matters worse, started laughing! To be fair, he only found it funny once I got up and he realised I was infact, alive. But still. Laughing!

I ended up going to the restaurant, where I was able to ease the pain slightly with many glasses of wine. And lots of delicious, calorie laden food, my excuse for which, was that food ups the serotonin level, which can then act as a natural painkiller.
Since the fall, I have taken to negotiating the stairs on my bum. Just incase...