When Your Mum Pops Into a Shop….

…And leaves you in the car with a largely incompetent, if loving, person…
It’s hard not to cry until she comes back.

(I do love this little character. And, fortunately, she did come back).

I had one of those moments this morning, that is funny despite the pain. After an extremely late night (welcome new neighbours!) I had a quite early start.
The shower hadn’t woken me as much as I’d thought.. One and a half legs into the trousering process, I felt the balance wavering. Performed the (quite long-feeling and) eccentric hoppy dance until the floor came up from nowhere and crump! I was in a weird heap lodged between the dressing table and stool.

I’m fine. Still giggling.
There may be bruises tomorrow!