Since I'm not getting nearly enough sympathy on FB, I'm posting this here. (thread)

Saturday night, after a couple of glasses of wine (but certainly not more than I can deal with or indeed usually drink) I got a bit bored and started to tidy the kitchen. We have this sort of half wall that used to be a breakfast bar, but is now a gymnastics balance beam for "stuff". On the beam was a small box with half a dozen old mugs that were going to the charity shop.

I grabbed the tea towel that was on top of it, and the box of mugs decided to have an existential crisis and launched itself off the beam and into the dog's water dish.

With copious amounts of anguish and annoyance, I cleared the remnants of the box, and got the dustpan and brush.
Crouching down to clear the shards of shite mug, I lost my balance. Of course I did.

I blame the ADHD, which has, bless it, become the reason for pretty much everything I do. I suppose that makes sense. Anyway, my balance hanging in the, er, balance, I tumbled backwards, landing on my arse. Only, between my arse and the floor was the corner of a wooden box. Which now has a liberal coating of my skin cells and some blöõd. Because I can't do anything by halves.
I now have a massive scrape on my arse and hip, and I swear I feel like I've been in a fight.