Performed a perfect swan dive in the supermarket car park on Saturday afternoon. It was my own fault, well not exactly fault, but due to my blindness on my right side. I just didn’t see a cement edge and tripped.
I don’t remember falling over since I was a small child. Falling over is something over people do. Not something I recommend.
It was over in a blink, no sense of slow motion, but somehow I managed to fall with my expected grace and aplomb and avoid anything too dramatic (I think). Soft tissue damage and some bruising necessitating at least the selection of slightly longer skirts and thicker black stockings for my trip.
The gorgeous face is unharmed – alas, I will be able to hide all bruises and not allude to the mistreatment of a recalcitrant husband. Though it is his fault, for I was only at the supermarket to stock up on frozen dinners for Mr FD to eat while I am away this week.
How he makes me suffer.