For Sunday's fall, there will be no report as none of the witnesses are (thank goodness) able to write. As we returned from friends I stepped over our garden fence to turn open the tap to fill the kiddie pool. Just to hook the heel of my dainty sandal on the fence and slam, face first into the nice decorative flagstones leading to the taps. There I was lying, unable to get up as one white dog was standing right next to me, face into mine with a huge frown as expression. A black dog was sitting right on my bum, trying to figure out what happened while the 5 year old ran for the first aid kit. One three year old wanted nothing to do with it all and kept demanding that I turn on the water, while the other plainly ignored the situation and continued to play. A scrape on the side of my face, a small bruise on my leg and quite and ugly and painful bruise and slight sprain on my wrist was the tally for that one.
So I guess I am lucky that I am already taking anti- inflammatory pills and truly hope that these run in twos and not threes.
BTW - when last did you scrape yourself in a fall. I can really not remember that it is this sore. All of a sudden I have a lot more sympathy for my kid's little scrapes and bruises.