Maybe I should just take up Rugger?...

Its been that sort of a weird week. It started last Saturday, as I was preparing one of my famous curry's, and was thinking the sort of things you mindfully do when your chopping Onions, things like, I can feel the difference in this knife since I sharpened it, a much keener edge, and these Onions are rather slippy...
                                                                Cursing myself as I added the taste of the blood of my fathers to the Onions, I was very good at multitasking and tried to dress the chunk of flesh on the end of my thumb. So far so good, as the Curry simmered to magnificence I then elected to change the sheets on the bed. That done, I picked up a bundle of old linen and trotted down the stairs, next thing I know I am flying down the staircase on my arse, as I finally hoped my tumble had in fact stopped, I then simply dropped of the stairs onto a well placed sofa below. Its funny how these things happen, you have only seconds to think about it, its the strangest thing, you think, when will this stop?, will I actually hurt myself?. Silly really, what if Max had come home at six to find me at the bottom of the stairs with the proverbial broken neck?. And the cause, the plastic sheet that had fell out of my bundle of linen at the top of the stairs. Well importantly I held to the bundle of linen throughout!.
                                        Today I was reminded of my adventure as I trimmed off the branches on the Mulberry tree in the garden, I am of course good on ladders, it just so happened that this ladder broke, and once again ended on my arse on the Patio. Twice this week I feel like I have been tackled, as this is what my body is telling me, its like my halcyon days on the playing fields of  Whitley Abbey all over again. However, I am supposed to be older and wiser. A Gin and Tonic and some painkillers if you please...