Hi all, not been onhere for a while due to being too busy keeping an eye on father-in-law who's just had a hip replaced, his 4 day stay turned into 11 due to falling out of bed twice and dislocating the new hip and doing other mad things under the influence of the morphine. Anyway, one morning while he was still in hospital, I'd "done" one cat litter tray and was at the top of the stairs talking to hubby about all the stuff we had to cram into the day before we got to go visit again, had one hand on the bannister rail, the other holding a nappy sack of used cat litter..... lord knows how it happened but I suddenly found myself sitting bolt upright on the bottom stair. Somehow I managed to go down the first section of stairs on my back, vaguely remember seeing the corner post approaching and grabbed for it, had I not done that I'd have hit the wall in the right angle of the staircase and stopped there. But no, having grabbed the post it whipped me round into the perfect position go down the next lot still flat out, and end up at the bottom, hubby heard me bumping down the stairs and called down "you ok?" ...as if... It must have been like a drunk hitting the pavement, so relaxed not a bruise on me and all the cat litter still in the bag. I didn't even have time to yell out as I went....
