Clumsy

I was letting one of my girls in, I was trying to keep the cat from getting out, and I really thought that I'd mastered doors at the age of 49. But no, I somehow managed to bash the edge of it right into my face at the corner of my eye and even though it hurt a lot I thought it was all fine until it felt a bit, erm, wet.....and then I thought I'd best go and clean the blood up. I had to get someone else in the house to take over the bechamel sauce for the lasagne...yes, it was that bad.

I was, however, extremely brave I tell myself.

Brave Men Run (In My Family)