This year the theme for the advent windows
was Christmas songs and carols.
I didn't get round all of nineteen windows
so far opened, because I took an unscheduled
tumble over a step in the dark.
The main thing that you feel as you crash slowly
towards the ground is
And when you find yourself there
you take an inventory of working and not working parts
and decide that sitting on a cold grass verge
in the dark
is preferable to trying to stand up.
Then you realise that you have absolutely no choice
and must stand up and make everything
a good deal worse.
The bruises from the keys in my pocket
were the most surprising.
The rip in my glove saved me from a worse rip in my hand,
and the other hand is now encased in tubigrip
which is a good deal better than having it encased
in a plaster cast.
The first landing knee is protesting.
Squeezing a flannel is hard.
Tearing loo paper
(sorry but it has to be said)
needs an inventive solution involving your elbow.
I am the world's worst whingiest patient
so thank you family and friends
for bearing with me.
before you ask -
no, I was not all lit up!