When someone you care about is having a hard time, you do what you can to help, don’t you? It’s been tricky helping out my Sisters now I’m not round the corner from them and I did wish I could do more than just borrow Little Pea a bit. Now I wish I hadn’t wished quite so hard. Because it seems that to help her out, I have unintentionally taken on Sister 1’s clumsy gene.
Sister 1 is clumsy in a small child sort of way. For the last week, she hasn’t done anything daft, but I have:
Last Friday I fell over on my run. I landed on one of my substantial calves, catching both elbows and my left armpit (how? Who grazes their armpit?!) on the way down. I got to compare hurts with Little Pea at the weekend, and he was quite impressed:
This photo does not do it justice at all. It’s really impressive. Honest.
The next day, I headbutted the corner of the shed. Not just a little bump, you understand; I cut my head open.
Two days later, stretching after a run I caught my head on the metal postbox by our front door (it’s one of those fixed to the wall). I still have an egg on my forehead.
And then I cooked pasta. The spiral ones that have a hole going all the way though their wiggle so that if you take a piece out of the boiling pot of water to test if it’s ready, you drain that boiling water out and onto your lip:
That photo doesn’t do it justice either. You’re looking bottom left. It was impressive. Honest.
So even though my photos don’t seem to prove much at all, I do believe I have taken the clumsy gene from Sister 1 in the spirit of helping her out. And while I’m all for helping, Sister 1, could we maybe just share the clumsy gene for a while? At this rate I’ll have no body parts left without a hurt on them! :o)