The morning after
Oct. 26th, 2013 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustI slipped and fell on the garden path yesterday - nothing serious, just annoying. I had forgotten that the moss on the path makes it slippery after rain, and was hurrying down to the compost bin, trying to be efficient in discarding the mushrooms straight away (in the hope that this efficiency would redeem my miscalculation: I had intended to use the mushrooms 'before it's too late', but it was already too late and they were disagreeably slimy to the touch)...
Anyway, in this complex of emotions, I slipped, and found myself sitting on the ground. I know where the point of impact was, because the seat of my trousers was sopping wet; and I knew that I had bashed my foot, because it was sore. Why, then, in the bath this morning (which has soaked away any lingering aches, thank you) do I have no bruises to show for it in either of these places?
Instead I have a bruise on my knee, as large and dark and purple and perfectly round as angeleno plum. How did that happen?
Anyway, in this complex of emotions, I slipped, and found myself sitting on the ground. I know where the point of impact was, because the seat of my trousers was sopping wet; and I knew that I had bashed my foot, because it was sore. Why, then, in the bath this morning (which has soaked away any lingering aches, thank you) do I have no bruises to show for it in either of these places?
Instead I have a bruise on my knee, as large and dark and purple and perfectly round as angeleno plum. How did that happen?
