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.