My left Achilles tendon has been giving me the gyp for about two months now, so I've been limping around the place like an eldster. A month ago, I pulled something in my left shoulder, so I've been dithering around the place like a seasoned eldster.
Today I was endeavouring to tie up a massive rose bush that's trying to block the driveway. On the final heave, the rope snapped and I fell, no, plummeted to the ground. Right on top of a rockery. One rock thumped my right thigh, dead-legging me. A second rock kissed my right elbow, dead-arming me. As I lay gasping, the wheelbarrow fell on top of me, casting its load of thorny rose branches as a ready-made tangle onto my chest and face. When my workmate, Michel, had stopped laughing and helped me up he discovered that the rockery contained an enormous dog turd, half of which was now stuck to my back and head.
My every limb is now sore and throbbing - but at least there is symmetry.