For reasons I’d better not go into at the moment I was, once again, a tad distracted yesterday.
I ended up walking under a ladder, at which point a black cat tripped me up. Luckily there was wooden fence ahead of me; I could just reach it to save myself from falling.
“Brilliant.” I thought “Touch wood for good luck. Bonus.” and made a grab for it. Notwithstanding the 3inch splinter that pierced my hand, everything would have been fine if the rail hadn’t broken. I plunged earthward towards the plethora of broken beer bottles on the other side.
I twisted sideways at the last moment and fortunately the back of my head had a soft landing in some dog poo, thus saving a cracked head.
When I stood up my shirt caught on a nail, which resulted in rather a long rip that exposed my stomach.
I regained my composure and remembered the distraction – who had stopped and was looking at me.
“Nice day.” I said and then realised that my teeth had fallen out during the kerfuffle.
Dammit! – I hate to let myself down in public.
