Mortiroloboy
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Having got back from a ride down to Stockbridge 61 miles, Mrs M wanted me to get some stuff up into the attic, I dislike going up there (no, nothing to do with spiders!) It depresses me, seeing all the stuff I have had to put up there, which really should have been skipped, stuff like boxes that items came in, old chairs, other bits of furniture, kids toys etc etc.
Yesterday whilst getting stuff out to throw away I managed to lose my balance, I fell over and hit the left side of my torso on the top of the ladder, got an impressive foot long cut along my rib cage and feel like I've been in the ring with Amir Khan, had to get the paramedics out from the station as I was in such pain, managed to get down the ladder and collapse on the landing floor, as I felt like I was going to pass out.
Mrs M was there with the frozen peas straight away. dosed up on pain killers now, very sore today.
Yesterday whilst getting stuff out to throw away I managed to lose my balance, I fell over and hit the left side of my torso on the top of the ladder, got an impressive foot long cut along my rib cage and feel like I've been in the ring with Amir Khan, had to get the paramedics out from the station as I was in such pain, managed to get down the ladder and collapse on the landing floor, as I felt like I was going to pass out.
Mrs M was there with the frozen peas straight away. dosed up on pain killers now, very sore today.


, and ALL the years of accumulated stuff is coming down (apart from the Christmas deccies), and is either going to the tip or, in the case of the kids old toys and my disused fishing tackle is going to a boot sale. 
which just results in a few choice expletives, this time I was so scared I'd done something nasty like crack a rib into a vital internal organ, that I just lay on the landing hurting like hell and was almost blubbing it was so painful