We went to the caravan at the weekend, arriving in the pitch dark. Was desperate for the loo, and somehow (prob a mixture of the vertigo and the darkness) managed to fall headlong on the patio, smashing my right temple onto the paving. Very shocked, couldn't warm up afterwards, grazing from eyebrow to hairline. Now, three days later, I have a truly technicolour black eye.
Feeling very miserable about all the other stuff that's going on in my life.
But we have my favourite visitor back for a while, and he is a great comfort. Thank God for dearest Brodie!
