Thursday, 21 December 2017

A Walking Accident

The robins have now started singing at night, more so than you here them during the day. In the day they are just noisy and scolding, watching each other, making sure no other robin violates their territory.

They are busy on the campus at work, and when I have a break I sometimes go out and try to photograph one. It was while following one, that I managed to impale myself on a thorn.

This in turn was not long after a cardboard eco Christmas Tree I'd set up collapsed onto my neighbour's desk, emptying a cup of coffee over a stack of important paperwork in the process. And it was before I clonked my elbow on a door frame.

If I ever visited a military base, I'd fall over and launch a nuclear apocalypse with my behind, I swear.

I'm very clumsy. Or dyspraxic, to give it the posh word. I could break a leg in a room made of cotton wool.

Si

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  1. Gibster21 December 2017 at 15:18

    Hello! My very first visit to your blog (via ND&B) and already I love it! Especially loving that you took the time to photograph your impalement (thanks for that btw, tis muchly appreciated). Right, better scroll down and see if the rest of your posts are as class as this one... :)

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  2. Steve Gale21 December 2017 at 21:38

    Shrikes impale their prey Simon.... better beware!

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    1. Simon Douglas Thompson22 December 2017 at 03:55

      Would have to be one hell of a shrike to carry me off!

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  3. Gwil W21 December 2017 at 22:21

    I didn't know there was a fancy word for it. I call them my Buster Keaton days. In fact today is already shaping up like it could be one. In the night my hot water bottle burst and I woke up in a pool of cold water. I live inside in a fridge in a valley of ice and fog.

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    1. Gwil W23 December 2017 at 23:32

      I managed to draw blood from under my thumb nail. The Christmas tree I'd just collected from the farmer tree attacked me! On the bright side we did get a bit of a discount on it! And we managed to get it home without disaster striking, There was a train crash worthy of a Laurel and Hardy sketch (news says it's a Chrismas miracle that nobody was killed) but I wasn't responsible for that.

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  4. Sara - Villa Emilia22 December 2017 at 03:39

    Robins singing at night - that sounds wonderful.
    I'm sorry to hear about the accidents...
    and wish you (and yours) a happy and peaceful Christmas!

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  5. Simon Douglas Thompson22 December 2017 at 03:55

    Thanks for all your comments!

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  6. Midmarsh John22 December 2017 at 05:24

    I've noticed more and more birds are now singing as soon as it starts to get light in the morning.
    Yesterday I managed to spike myself on a fork when unloading the dishwasher.

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  7. The Weaver of Grass22 December 2017 at 12:23

    At least you can laugh about it Si. Happy Christmas to you.

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  8. Crafty Green Poet23 December 2017 at 12:13

    When you commented on my blog about your cardboard tree falling over, I didn't realise it had been so dramatic!

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  9. Bob Bushell23 December 2017 at 14:27

    You have a slight scatch, I had one same place as you.

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