I’d planned to continue my personal crusade in support of the NHS this week, but a silly accident at home has left me too bruised and shook up to write at any length.
Feeling peckish around mid-morning, I went into the kitchen to look for something satisfyingly unhealthy to snack on. I stood on our brand new kitchen stool to reach the top shelf in the kitchen cupboard where we keep the snacks we don’t want the kids to find.
As I prepared to climb down, the lower step just gave way and I came crashing down on the tiled floor.
My husband was there and screamed out loud in horror (he won’t be too pleased to know I’m writing this) at the sight of me falling helplessly down.
Luckily, I didn’t break any bones but I’m terribly bruised and my body aches as if I had just ran a marathon. So I’ll be taking it easy for the rest of the day.
Lesson learned: don’t judge a kitchen stool by its looks!
The sturdy yet unsightly stool the previous residents left behind served us perfectly well as a kitchen step. The pretty Scandinavian-style stool we replaced it with, however, proved useless.