So I had an accident this morning. I tripped over my own feet.

The problem with the story, is that I was running the dogs at the time. So everyone naturally assumes that it was the dogs’ fault. Their first thoughts are that the dogs pulled me down and that they’re too strong for me to walk.

Thing is, I think they forget who they’re talking about.

I have never been the most elegant person in the world. I always have accidents where my feet are involved.

I mean, for pete sake, I managed to crack my elbow a few years ago because I couldn’t get my feet, note feet, out of my cleats while we were practising for a bike race. The bike just toppled over… Slowly… And I cracked my elbow!!

Today, I tripped over loose paving on the side of the road. The dogs had been pulling at the beginning of the walk, but at the time I fell, they were gently trotting along to my pace. The dogs were actually fantastic. They stopped immediately and were very gentle all the way home.

I am a wreck however!

My shoulder, arm, hands, jaw and knees are shredded. My shoulder, jaw and wrist are thankfully only bruised.

I eventually relented this afternoon and went to the GP to get checked out. He gave me a tetanus injection, dug a few tar stones out my hand and knee; and gave me a whole pile of painkillers, anti-inflammatories and skin antibiotics. Can you say OOOWWW!!?! My God that was sore!!

And I’m generally just feeling sorry for myself.

So I’m going to bed early tonight, and hopefully my jaw won’t be too sore to eat supper.