Bloody hell!

What did I go and do tonight? Only lost my balance and took a fall, right on my hip. Also right on my HOUSE tape, which is now in smithereens.

I answered the phone and it was my sister. "Hello?"
"Hello?" says she, sounding confused.
"Hello?" I say again. This could go on all night.
"Oh, crap," she says.
'Thanks a lot," I say.
Turned out she was trying to phone someone else, but dialled my number. No offense taken. But as I hung up and walked away, I lost my footing. I took another huge step, trying to right my balance, but it was no good. I fell down heavily, hearing a crunch as the VHS tape bit the dust.
"Ow!" I said. "I hope that wasn't the HOUSE tape."
Of course it was the HOUSE tape."
My sister and I really like HOUSE. She doesn't have dish, so I tape it for her every week. There were a whole banch of episodes on that tape. Emphasis on were. There are shards of plastic currently embedded in my upper thigh.
Not really, but there's a very weirdly shaped puncture mark there. Burns like hell.

At least now it's out the way. I've 'nearly' fallen about five times this week. The anticipation was killing me. Now it's done.

Back's feeling a bit sore, but actually better than it did last night, so I don't think any real harm was done. I had a very gentle swim at my sister's house. Bliss.

Tomorrow I'm going to take some of those homeopathic drops that helped with my optic neuritis last month. Can't remember why I stopped taking them, they seemed to help.