Falling down

Recently I have taken a couple of tumbles that have added to my difficulties staying mobile. Both incidents were entirely my own stupid fault. On a wet evening, I put on my flip-flops and got on my bike to go to the off-license. I misjudged the kerh by someone’s driveway and tipped the bike over on top of me. My bike weighs nearly 30kg so when it fell on my leg I felt it. On the same journey, I slipped on the pavement in my not-so-sensible footwear and was helped to my feet by a local shopkeeper.

My next mishap occurred when putting out the bins. I’m not sure if I tripped over the sun lounger or slipped on the plastic rug but I ended up with the wheelie bin on top of me after my knee had hit the paving stone. My wife is concerned about my ‘dodderyness’ and slow pace when out and about.

I am tired of struggling to lift my corpulence off the sofa without the knees reminding me of the battering I have inflicted on them.