Tuesday, 3 February 2009

It only hurts when I laugh


Splosh. That was the very undignified sound I made this morning when I slipped over in the ice/slush/snow. Thunk, that was the other sound, caused by my elbow rapidly coming into contact with the ground, only marginally later than my bottom. I was wet, I was cold, I was in some pain. I was also somewhat embarrassed, fortunately there were only two, rather startled, cats to witness my ice dance, but they have that aloof air, dont they? So whats the first thing I do? Pick myself up, check for broken bones, cuts or scrapes? No. Maybe it's my peculiar sense of humour, maybe I'm just slightly unhinged, I really dont know. I laughed. Not a giggle or an embarrassed grin, I howled. I actually couldnt get up for laughing. It took me a good two to three minutes to get myself under some sort of control for goodness sake.

Why? I imagined watching myself. Saw, in my minds eye, my legs, shooting out before me, my arms pinwheeling to try to regain my, obviously too far gone, balance. But most of all I imagined the suprised look on my face. Just writing it down has got me started again. I am battered and bruised, hobbling and limping, but oh! how I laughed.

I suppose the moral of this is, if you should happen to fall down in the icy weather, I hope you dont hurt yourself too badly, I also hope there arent too many people about to make you feel silly but, secretly, I hope I'm there!

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