Apologies to anyone who is looking at this while eating…..

So, who is a complete idiot? A numpty of the highest order? A dippy twit who can’t stand on her own two feet?

ME – that’s who!

I have always been what my Mum describes as ‘an accident waiting to happen’ and sometimes, it actually does. Today is one of those days. Picture the scene. I have just finished work, on a supposedly non-work day and am walking along Fore Street (the West Country equivalent to High Street) and the next thing I know, I’m face down on the granite pavement.

In case anyone doesn’t know, granite is one of the hardest substances known to man – hence its widespread use in paving down here, a plentiful supply of something that doesn’t wear out. The Cornish ‘waste not, want not’.

So, I land face down then my handbag lands beside me as if in slow motion. Thank someone that I wasn’t carrying my 10d in my handbag today because I usually do but I’d left it at home today.

A concerned chap kindly offered to help me up and asked if I was OK. All I could think of was what an idiot I was so I politely declined his help. I turned myself over and realised my leg is cut in several places, my trousers (one of only two decent pairs I own) were torn and I’d also grazed the heels of both hands.

All I was doing was going to the hairdresser. I turned up in the shop all cut, bruised and bleeding and they were charming and kind. I reckon this was a ‘voodoo moment’ as I’d been walking past the hairdresser who butchered my hair last time I had it cut, just before Christmas. I’ve taken three months to pluck up enough courage to go to the hairdresser again (BTW – thanks Becks for the recommendation, this one was much better) and as I walk past the ‘witches coven’ of a place that I went last time, I end up in this state. Spooky.

Anyway, despite that, I actually have had a reasonable day and the woes of yesterday seem a long way back. I now think that it’s the other person’s loss, not ours….

Then I got home and went to see the website of a man who asked me the other week (I've never met him before) if he could quote me on his site. I agreed and today, after a look at his site, I realised he did! How cool is that? His site is rather good too.

So, mixed fortunes today for the girl who can’t stand on her own two feet….

Last year we were on the moor in the fog