Thrills and Spills.

I haven’t written in ages, I’ve had a very stressful couple of weeks and a terrible case of writers block, it sucks but I think it’s starting to lift now thank goodness.



Work is iffy, I have days where I absolutely love it, and days where it just does my head in, but I think everyone feels the same about their jobs. I must say I was a very lucky girl the other day and won a Kindle E-Reader at work yesterday, that’s a big deal to me, I’ve wanted one for the last couple of years since they first came out, but couldn’t justify spending that much on a luxury item. So to find out I won one for just doing my job is pretty sweet it has to be said.


The other day I had one of those amazing nights you know, I went out on a pretty good date, had a lovely evening and the next day I went and spent some time with my nan and grandy, it was my first time seeing my grandy since his operation and he looked really good.


Nan had made me a cooked breakfast, I was utterly spoiled, as always when I see the Grandparents, I spent a couple of hours with them having catch up chats. I mentioned to my Grandy that Jared was interested in the British Royal Navy and had been trying to tell me facts about it which I had scoffed at, because both of my granddads had served in the Navy, pretty much at the same time too. Once I mentioned to Grandy that Jared was interested he got me a whole bunch of his precious pictures and lent them to me so that I could send them to Jar for him to look at. It always touches me that my granddad is so kind and selfless, he has always been that way, if he had something that I was interested in he would immediately lend or give it to me.


After an eventful and wonderful morning I head home to check on mum, because she has the beginnings of a nasty cold and I wanted to make sure she wasn’t exerting herself too much, the weather is hideously bitingly cold, but I just pull my hood up and continue on my way as I am in a happy, happy mood and nothing could bring me down. Except of course for gravity.


I am approaching my house so I shove my hand into my massive bag, rooting around for my door key, I cut across to my path, but pay no attention to where my feet are treading and I miss my path, my foot sank into the soft grass, my ankle twisted painfully and I lurched forward. I remember a time when falling used to happen in slow motion, this did not, I had no recollection of the fall at all, just that hideous sound of flesh hitting concrete solidly, my hand still in my bag couldn’t stop my fall so my face did, thankfully my massive hood was still up protecting my cheek.


I was so embarrassed I jumped up to my feet and hobbled in to the house, my light grey jeggings were wet, but thankfully not torn. My knee was throbbing as was the palm of my hand, the sort of pain you get every other day as a child, but seeing as I haven’t fallen like that since I was like eight, it was somewhat of a shock to have that pain thrown so casually and unexpectedly back at me.

As I gingerly peeled my damp and skin tight jeggings off my leg, I am not shocked at the blood, just shocked that there wasn’t more of it. My knee was swollen and bruised in three places.


I have to be honest, I didn’t deal with the sharp pain well, and I milked it for all it was worth, because lets face it, I don’t often fall, at least not without being tanked up on a whole lot of alcohol and when that happens you don’t often feel the pain until the next day.