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Date: 04 July 2007 15:04:57
Okay, I am bending to the pressure and bringing you the Typing Chair Story (Sorry, the chair only serves as a place for sitting, despite the apparant misnomer). This is the first of my gravity related stories, the other to follow when I have done something more useful than just blogging the following:-
The chair in front of the 'puter at which I sit is a very comfortable leather one. It is high-backed, dark black, cushioned and runs very smoothly on five small castors. The 'puter desk at which I sit is pretty cluttered and there are no suitable surfaces for paperworky type of stuff within easy reach. Hence I tend to use the other, slightly dodgy, typing chair for this purpose when I have lots stuff to deal with.
So far, so good.
The other day, I was playing about (!) with the papers on the dodgy chiar, disragerding such matters as
a) the distance between one chair and the other
b) the effect of this on my centre of gravity and
c) the behaviour of five small castors under such circumstances.
Hence - THUD!!!!!!! Plus &*!$£*(&%$"%&*!!!!!!!!!
Subsequently, I hoist myself from the floor with more than just my pride a little bruised and recommence the necessary dullness of home admin. However, being the person I am, my brain fails to retain the painful lessons.
Hence - THUD!!!!!!! Plus &*!$£*(&%$"%&*!!!!!!!!!
This was more spectacular, however. I landed directly onto my nice new box file containing my Fairtrade admin (it being on the floor, due to aforementioned space restrictions). This poor piece of stationery can now no longer be convincingly described as a box file, more likely a random-parallelogram file.
I completed the rest of my filing whilst sitting on the floor. Even *I* cannot fall off the floor!
*It is falling with style (Toy Story)