mousehand

I was quite impressed with my instinctive roll right back onto my feet when I tripped over either my feet or one of the half-buried bricks on the path round the side of Seafield this morning, even though it wasn't on my go-to forward-roll-with-side-breakfall side. Fortunately, I did not appear to roll through any dogshites, frozen nor fresh. The palmscrape had clotted by the time I got home but the knuckle started leaking when I took off my gloves.