Malcolm Armsteen wrote:Morning Boiler, morning everybody.
Feeling a lot better today. It's not true that you on;y fall downstairs once!
In 2000 I took a proper purler in France. We had just bought our house and the staircase was primitive to say the least. One night, about 1am we decided we needed a cup pf tea. In those days we onl;y had our bedroom and an ensuite bathroom. When we turned on the kettle it tripped a circuit. Downstairs. It was February, and bloody cold, so I set off downstairs wearing only a pair of socks and carrying a candle. I lost my footing on the top stair, and instead of going tumbledy-bonk I went whoo - didn't touch a thing until I hit the stone wall at the bottom, a couple of feet above the floor.
Concussed, two black eyes, broken wrist, gashed leg. It was a corker. In one of those idiot conversations one has after a diaster I remember her asking me - I was covered in blood - if I was alright, and replying that I thought I had fallen downstairs...
As we were new to the game, and because she has (or had) little French Mrs A didn't call an ambulance. Instead the next morning she took me to a hôpital. Which isn't a hospital, of course, it is a place for the elderly and confused. She eventually drove me back to England where I received what can only be described as abysmal care from the John Major Neglected NHS of that time. My leg is only just healing after 20 years.
This was the staircase when we first saw the house. Since replaced!
So a drop and slide was nothing in comparison.
Have a great day, one and all, stay safe.
If you went down those stairs in only a pair of socks you're lucky you didn't catch a bollock on a splinter or a rusty nail