Advent window trip

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

disbelieving,

then

stupid,

then

cross.

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

momentarily,

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.

And JofIndia

before you ask -

no, I was not all lit up!