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Date: 29 November 2007 21:33:09
For a few weeks now I have been standing on all sorts of dangerous things, including the floor. I can assure you, the floor is a pretty dangerous place to stand when you've got labyrinthitis and haven't got a handy wall to cling to. And that's to say nothing of, once the tablets had kicked in, standing on step-ladders, platforms and even stools to paint and varnish window frames, walls and ceilings and to hold plasterboard in place for my brother.
My new printer (lovely, lovely) is so large that it will only sit comfortably on the very zenith of my computer desk, a location which I need ropes and crampons to clamber up to in order to load it with ink or paper.... ropes and crampons or else a rather precarious computer chair on wheels and a prayer.
Is it any surprise that I fell yesterday and have a cracking bruise on my arm? No? Well what if I tell you that it was not due to any unconventional household mountaineering exploits? What was I doing? Well, one minute I was sitting on my chair, the next I was somehow sprawled on the floor twixt chair and computer desk, with my backside somehow no longer firmly esconced in in the seat.
OK, you can stop laughing now. And shame on all of you who said that it really doesn't surprise you that I fell off a stationary chair.