Day 342: Things that go "bump" in the night

It's all the dog's fault. 
Or it might be all John's fault.

Either way, I fell down the stairs at 2am (perhaps at my age I should say I "had a fall") - anyway, John had promised to get up with the dog if she needed a tinkle, but he was more asleep than Rip Van Winkle so I got up. One second I was at the top of the stairs, next I was unceremoniously at the bottom. I then got up too quickly and fainted - only the second time in my life that's happened, and both times I thought I was being hit over the head by a burglar (I wasn't). John found me in a heap, dazed, white as a sheet and in a cold sweat. Serves him right for not getting up sooner.

It could have been very much worse; stiff neck, aching ribs, sore arse bruised coccyx and a black toe - all totally untreatable injuries of course. I'm fine so long as I don't want to turn my head, walk, breathe or sit down. 

John has SWORN to get up tonight. We'll see.....