2013 is here and how…
Happy New Year to everyone. I hope you are all in good health and spirits, and ready to face another year.
I trust you all had an enjoyable festive season and that you managed to spend time with family and friends. I spent it with my mother, one sister and her family, and had a wonderful time in her lovely old cottage not far from the South Downs here in England – an area of outstanding natural beauty.
We managed a couple of walks around the village where she has just moved, braving the rain and the cold. It was lovely to get some fresh air and exercise in such pretty and historic surroundings.
And then……well, all I can say is I had not had a drop to drink so cannot blame the dreaded alcohol for my fall. Yep, I managed to dive head first down the narrow, twisting stair-case in her 17th century cottage and, I am happy to say, lived to tell you the tale and with – as far as I can tell – no fractures, broken bones or other major injuries.
I am covered in black and purple bruising, a military looking yellow and green bruising, and my whole body feels as if a steam roller has gone over it; the pain is unreal, but the fact that I am not dead or crippled forever makes me so very, very happy. If you had seen the stairs and how I got to the bottom – around a corner too – and managed to survive you would understand my joy in-spite of the agony.
My 82-year-old mother almost had a heart attack and it could so easily have ruined Boxing Day for everyone. As it is I managed to find a comfortable position on the sofa, propped up by cushions and pain-killers, and the family continued to have fun.
Old cottages are gorgeous of course, but the stairs always seem narrow and steep and with weird lay-outs which make entering or leaving some rooms a hazardous enterprise.
The cottage upstairs has steps up to each room and no sooner have you left one step you are upon another. Modern technology is to blame for my fall….well that and my haste to be a slave to a ringing cell phone.
I came out of a bedroom, balancing upon the step outside the room as I closed the door, ready to undertake the journey slowly down the bannister-less staircase, when a phone rang in another room.
I turned too fast, calling out that the phone was ringing, missed my footing, lurched forward towards the staircase, couldn’t find anything to grab and so began my journey head first down the stairs, sliding and bumping on the newly laid carpet and wondering as I fell if I would survive, or end up in a wheelchair. Seriously, I fell so slowly (so I thought) that I can recall my thoughts as I was propelled ever downwards.
So here I am today, still on the pain-killers, still covered in bruises and as stiff as a board and only managing a while on the computer now and again; but I am here! I am present in 2013 and so as far as I am concerned I am happy and content.
I have since heard of others having similar accidents or medical dramas over the festive period and just wonder about timing, location and destiny. Is there a message for me and us all somewhere in all this? Perhaps it is just fate….if I hadn’t gone to stay with family, if I hadn’t worn slippers, if the phone hadn’t rung….what if the stairs had a bannister or the carpet had been old and not new? Who knows.
Who knows what is in store for us all today, tomorrow or next week? Next month or next year – what might be waiting for us all? Perhaps it is a good thing we don’t know – we might stop doing anything ‘just in case’.
I do hope you find yourselves happy and content in 2013 and that you are able to enjoy friends and family and whatever else 2013 has to throw at you. I hope you have a soft landing whatever happens.
I’ll be back in the saddle soon I hope. See you all then.