OUCH!!!

Well, today I did a job I have meant to do for ages.

We-ell, I started to sort out my filing cabinet, and put a whole load of things that I no longer need, some of which goes back years, then (as is the way when you get older) I got sidetracked into doing another job that I have been meaning to do for ages, namely to sort out my wardrobe. I did a fair bit of culling of both when I moved here over 2 years ago now, but it is amazing what you find lurking in the depths!

So had a good look through my wardrobe, throwing out things that I haven’t worn for over 3 years, leaving room for more recent things i.e. things that fit instead of being too small.

Why do women do this; hang onto clothes that are too small, telling themselves (a triumph of hope over experience) that they will get into them soon. Let’s face it, if/when you do lose weight, you don’t want to wear these old things; you want to celebrate by buying a whole new wardrobe – one that says “hey, look at me, don’t I look good now?

So, there I was, with a big black refuse bag full of old clothes (how could there be so much?) and a carrier bag full of paper. I opened the door to my flat prior to going along to the refuse room, and the weight of the sacks (in my left hand) threw me off balance, and I went over backwards, legs apart, hitting my head against the corner of the hall into the living room. I lay there, a bit stunned, and hoped against hope that nobody would come past and see me like that. Fortunately nobody did, so I pulled myself together and crawled to the foot of the bed to pull myself up.

This time I got everything successfully to the refuse bins.

Ouch, I’ve got a sore head, and bet there is a lump there; a bit sore down my left side too.

The filing cabinet can wait. This afternoon is going to be spent in a comfy chair, with a microwave hot pad at my back and the latest Ian Rankin – “Exit Music” to read. (As you will gather, I have finished "Reasonable Doubts", which I highly recommend.)