Not As Bad As It Looks

Walking Paddy in a sunny interval between torrential showers and I slipped on a patch of thick moss on the footpath. One foot went out from under me and I came down on the other knee before hitting the deck.
Paddy, who was off the lead, came hurtling back round the corners, sat beside me and started licking my face.
Home, antiseptic bath on the cuts and scratches followed by antiseptic cream packed into the deep bit whilst waiting for Mrs S to arrive in from her shift to give it a professional look over.
All good.
Early night and I’ll walk off the stiffness tomorrow.