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I fell down the stairs last night ...

I’m putting this on the site as I know none of the people who read this will be cruel enough to laugh at my misfortune.

So last night, I’ve fallen asleep and then woken at 2 am. (ish) So I go to the loo (as you do) and then I need to wash my hands (It’s very important to wash your hands after you use the toilet don’t you know. Especially if, you know, you’ve had to “sit down.” The horrors of thin toilet tissue)

Anyway, for those of you who are wondering, I didn’t have to “sit down.” Nether the less, I washed my hands. As I reached for the towel – oh no, there isn’t one. So I decide to go and get one from the airing cupboard.

It’s pitch black, I’m half asleep and I can’t turn the light on in case I wake up my girlfriend. (I know – how nice am I. AND I put the seat down when I’d finished.)

So I pass my bedroom door and step into the next bedroom. Except I hadn’t walked far enough to reach the next bedroom so what I actually stepped into was the top of the stairs. As my right foot desperately failed to find any floor, my left leg decided to swing across and find the floor that the right foot couldn’t find. The thing about stairs, when you are at the top of them anyway, is that they go down. So my left leg plunged deeper into thin air and the next thing I’m criss crossing all the way down to the bottom.

As I thudded against the front door, I hear the pitter pat of feet upstairs followed by “are you ok?” So I’ve bloody well woken her up anyway !

The moral of that story is don’t be a tosser. I know that’s not a very good moral, but its better than “stay where you are and wet your kex”

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posted by Toaster @ 5:27 AM