Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist
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I'm Not Dead

I'm not dead, that's the main thing.

Remember that loft ladder we had installed a couple of weeks ago? Well it's not there any more. Last night, as I was descending, it tore loose from its moorings,  flew me through the air with the greatest of ease and deposited me on my butt some five feet below. 

My first  reaction was to be very, very, very calm. My next reaction was to think ,"help, they're trying  to murder me". And my philosophy  this morning is, "well,  shit happens".

I got off with light bruising, but falls like that can kill people or put them in a wheelchair for life.

OK, the guy did a gimcrack job, but I'm a fool for letting him sell it me.  I could probably sue, but at what cost in sleepless nights? 

He's coming round this afternoon. We'll hammer something out.

Anyway, I'm here and I might not have been.

Life is sweet.
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