Excuse me a moment while I survey the aftermath....
Today's roll call is:
- Large round bruise on my upper left thigh in beautiful variegated shades of purple and yellow (Corner of the dining table? It usually is.)
- A scabby graze on my left shin; (I HATE COFFEE TABLES!

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- Several parallel scratches on my left calf (Attempt to gracefully step over bramble stems. Right foot preferred using one as a whip.)
- Bit of a twinge still in my back (Doing that thing where you expect to step off a kerb that isn't there.)
- Damp patch of carpet (Knocked a drink off the desk. Completely forgetting that I had headphones on was a contributing factor.)
- Crumbs all over my dressing gown (Opening a pack of fig rolls with the cardboard tray the wrong way up. Deciding which fig rolls had too much fluff on them to eat was quite a fun game for a while, but then I got distracted by writing a post and just scoffed them all anyway.)
So, it's not been too bad a day (apart from exhausting my fig roll supply.)
I haven't broken anything so far, and I haven't bumped my head on the corner of the sloping attic ceiling yet, either (in my defence, I've only had eight months to get used to walking past it several times a day.) I'm looking forward to enjoying that later.

Oh god, I'm moving soon and there will be more stairs to to get used to, just wish I could live in a bungalow so I have no stairs to fall on.