On Tuesday last week Chai Latte discovered loo roll. We had to clean up the confetti in the living room.
On Wednesday morning I slipped in the shower and fell right out of the tub, grabbing at the shower head as I went down. For a second I thought I was going to break my neck on the washbasin, but I landed on the bathmat instead and just bruised my hip. I was really shaken, but I count myself lucky it wasn’t very much worse. Even the bruise is less than I’d have expected, which I think is down to the unusually fluffy bathmat.
I was sitting on the loo downstairs, still feeling a bit shaky when Chai came in. I thought she was going to say hello – she does that. But she trotted up, gently pushed the loo roll off it’s holder, grabbed it out of the air as it fell and trotted off with it in her mouth. It was the only loo roll. I’m very glad that Carlos was around to rescue the loo roll, and me. I wish I had a video of it: I think there would have been a chance of serious money. It was all the funnier for the contrast between Chai’s actions and her innocent looks and delicate movements.
On the Sunday I came down from the mountain after work, tired and hungry. We set off for the village bar for lunch, and somehow I managed to trip over the kerb and face-plant into the pavement. Again, it could have been worse. Once the world stopped spinning, I found that I hadn’t broken my glasses, my nose or my toe, but I did crack a tooth. I couldn’t believe it – twice in 5 days.
And then yesterday evening a dental crown came lose.
I’m happy to say that life improved after that. The dentist stuck the crown back in, he’ll fix the cracked tooth when the swelling’s gone down, the assorted bruises are healing and I haven’t knocked any lumps out of myself lately.