Peek a bud

Today was not my best day. I went to a cake sale in aid of Crohns and Colitis sufferers. One of our best friends died from the former and my cousin has lived for over 40 years with the latter so it's a cause close to my heart.
I managed to trip, half way up the steps into the library where the sale was being held. I scraped my cheek and nose, skint my knee and cut and banged my left hand and wrist. Fortunately not my right which is gradually recovering from last years 'had a fall' incident. After being well looked after by library staff (I didn't even fancy any of the cakes on sale) I came home.
After a while I thought I should maybe get my hand checked out so phoned NHS24. They referred me to the Western General minor injuries clinic and gave me an appointment for an hour and a half later. I decided to go to Tescos to kill some time and popped into the charity shops and to Morrisons as well.
After an hour at the western where it was established I hadn't broken anything, hooray!, I headed home. When I got there I realised that I didn't have the spare back door key, which I had picked up on the way out, any longer. (I had another key just not that one so wasn't locked out) I retraced my steps with no success, then went to Morrisons, my last visit and they had it. I was so pleased not just because of the irritation of losing a key, but because it's on a very precious, to me, key ring. So all's well that ends well. I'm feeling sorry for myself though because my hand hurts and my cheek hurts and my purse is going to hurt because I scratched the lens and frame of my posh glasses too.
I wouldn't mind but I was wearing sensible shoes, I've been wearing flipping flip flips all last month and didn't fall once, sod's law!
Oh and the pot by the back door should be full of colour in a couple of weeks