So I've had my annual prat fall.

This year, instead of tripping up the steps onto a tram (momentarily distracted by a Watch Your Step sign I'd never noticed), falling over in the street (dodging an apparently slippery metal grating in favour of actually slippery concrete), or tripping while getting out of the shower (yeah, no excuse for that one), I fell off the chair I was standing on to try and open my bedroom window. I did manage to demonstrate impressive if delayed coordination by twisting myself around as I fell, neatly avoiding the armchair, the chest of drawers, and the bedpost. Instead I landed curled up possum fashion, eyes scrunched shut and limbs neatly tucked. My left arm is a bit wrenched, and I have some bruises, and my flatmate has a laughter induced hernia, but that's all.My bloody window is still stuck though.