The first occurring thus ..........
(Picture the scene if you will) It was a blustery day, not gale force by any means but enough to see autumnal leaves being swept from the trees and rubbish bins blown down the street, when our heroine (that's moi) returned from her reading group on her trusty steed, Madge (that's my electric wheelchair).
Oh dear, what to do? For though the door does open from the inside, alas our heroine is both too short and not strong enough to open it ...... and besides which if she were able this would be the end of a very short story.
And so she waits and waits until ........
(Picture light bulb appearing over our heroines head) she has an idea.
Why of course she will phone around and see if Husband dearest/any one of their friends may be in the area and thus able to rescue her.
But as she was to find out that day, there was no signal available in the garage - drat.
Oh dear, what to do now?
Yeah, there was nothing else for it, our heroine began to frantically bang on the garage (whoops! stable) door, shouting (as you do in such circumstances) "Hello, is anyone there?"
Until (cue music indicating a rescue in progress) thank goodness, a mere 40 minutes later, an elderly knight in
And so on to a brief mention of my other two mishaps - the first of which involved me falling UP the stairs (yes, that's right, I fell up the stairs) breaking a lamp and one of my toes in the process - my toe I wasn't too bothered about (after all I had broken it before and besides which I have nine others), the breaking of the lamp however did upset me.
And the second event?
Welllll, that involved both another blustery day and a door - a car door instead of a garage door this time, I hasten to add.
On returning from having my hair cut, I got out of the taxi only for a gust of wind to catch the said door slamming it shut (this is beginning to sound awfully familiar isn't it?)
The result being a trip to hospital where it was discovered that the door had chipped a bone in my wrist - ouch, not good news as though I wasn't put in plaster, my wrist was strapped up and I was ordered not to do anything that might put any undue pressure on it, no, not good and especially not when you need to use elbow crutches to get around.
Now I know that you are probably thinking this is no laughing matter, that family/friends laughing was rather cruel but believe me when you are as accident prone as I am you learn to see the funny side of these things, to accept that these things could only happen to you.
Not all bad though, the year did end well when .........