I went on holiday.
So far so good.
I haven’t had a holiday since 2008, when I went to Australia to meet my new rellies, when my cousin married an Australian.
Good so far.
I came back from Italy, spiritual home, yesterday. Flight swap in Zurich.
Very nice airport.
Flights in a bit of a rush, a lot of running through airports involved.
Was already tired climbing up Italian mountain villages with the remnants of Covid or something and short of breath.
Not quite as good.
Got home late, had a shower went to bed.
Still OK.
Got up this morning had another shower, put hair in curlers.
OK.
All the holiday laundry was in the utility room piled up in a small black suitcase, with sticking out wheels.
Oh oh.
I tripped over the wheel and headed inexorably for the corner wall.
Oh.
And, with my forehead, made this dent in the wall.
I put my hand to my head and shouted as the OH came in to see what the noise was: ‘Ambulance!’
Because I thought I could feel a big dent in my head.
Not good.
I had decanted a box of tissues from the holiday on to a table. I grabbed a handful and held it to my head. Blood everywhere.
Then the OH got in the car and drove me to A&E.
Last time I was in A&E was when I fell on the drive and cut my chin open. I had just washed my hair and turned up then in curlers
I must stop going to A&E like this. It lacks style.
However over the next hour my hair dried. I took the curlers out and the OH took a picture of my skull.
Happy Halloween.
It took about three quarters of an hour to put nine stitches in.
It didn’t half hurt, even with anaesthetic.
I was going to put sweets out for the local children tonight, it being Halloween but I’ve decided not to.
Don’t want to frighten anyone.
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