Yesterday, two slightly odd things happened. Firstly (although this happened second), our woodburner chimney piped Meatloaf into our living room. He was singing at the nearby stadium. He reminded me of a big, angry blackbird.
Secondly (although this happened first), I tripped over the low chain fence outside my office. As I stepped over it I realised I was heading the wrong way, pivoted mid-step, hooked my foot and came crashing down. It was an interesting reminder that adult human beings are quite heavy. As I caught myself with an arm, gravity was not discouraged and just pivoted me on that point so I kept falling. It all had the relentlessness of a car crash. In the end, I had blood oozing from several disparate locations, numb hands, and strange aches from parts that I didn't think were even involved. I was also rather wet from falling directly in the only pubble in the vicinity. It makes me wonder about TV violence when I can't even fall over without going into shock.
My father told me he did this once, only he had his hands in his pockets at the time. That must've hurt.