Rush Stop

I tripped over the sheepskin rug in the dark last night and landed, jaw first, on the oil heater. I had a headache for most of today and am waiting for the bruise to appear. I've done this before. About 7 years ago I face planted into the corner of the piano, rushing to get to the phone, and had a black eye for a fortnight. I guess once in 7 years isn't too bad. 

The small child has come up with a new game where she tries to stick a finger up your nostril. I can't say I have the humour for it.