I slept great last night. After years of surviving on next to no sleep, my body can't seem to get enough these days and I regularly and easily get eight or nine hours sleep most nights, this worries me.
I rose, had some toast with butter and blackcurrant jam then jogged, at a very sedate pace, for 50 minutes. iPod rocks at the moment, full of new and distracting stuff, Damien Rice, Kelly Clarkson, Adele, Rihanna.
Headed out for my usual coffee at Starbucks, it's still cold but the sun is actually shining which makes such a lovely change.
I read a little, wrote a little, enjoyed my coffee then head out to get milk and check my tyre pressure before heading home.
B called in for a tea and a chat after church, I carried on with my sorting and tidying then hit the shower. Which is where I slipped, fell backwards pulling the shower curtain off the rail, then the rail off it's fixings, landed on coccyx and bumped head, scraped elbow. This is were you think hmmm, could be dead in a heap, and no one would know.
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