The Fallen Woman

[wiseheart]

That would be me. Coming home from the third or so food run today, barely 100 metres from the house entrance, I've managed to stumble and ended up on all fours. With two fairly heavy shopping bags. Fortunately, neither my bones nor the mineral water flasks broke (I had four of those in my bags), but I pulled my already bad back quite a bit. One knee bled a little, but only for a short while. Still, I'm glad I won't have to leave the house again until Tuesday.

However, I managed to get to the craft shop before the fall (as I already had to go to that shopping centre, which is the only one still selling Mum's favourite washing powder, and we were running low on it) and used up all my gift cards. I thought it would be better done now, before another lockdown happens, as they were only valid until December. I bought some lining and seaming stuff, also two sheets of printed cotton, so I can start Baby Emma's quiet book whenever the fancy takes me. She'll be two next summer - the best age to get her first quiet book. More so as she's utterly fascinated with the one I made for her big brother.

I've also figured out some background stuff for the 456 aliens (Torchwood fans will know what I'm babbling about) - I think I've managed to make them quite interesting, unlike the Rustoid who hasn't got the faintest clue about world-building. And I've posted the next chapter of "Sleeping Dragons 5 - The Old Terror" to AO3. Put up an update alert to antigwenallies; let's hope some of the old crowd are still around and still interested.

It seems that the weather is changing again. There must be lots of atmospheric electricity around the Astra satellite, as some of my channels are pixellated beyond the stage where one could still watch them. Too bad the one playing my favourite zoo reports is among them. But there are worse things than a missed TV-programme, which I've probably already seen years ago.

Comments

[motodraconis.livejournal.com]

Ah... not good. :(

Last year I saw an elderly gent slip in the snow and land on his bum. I wondered if I should run over to help him up but he sprang up sharpish and gave that "I hope no one saw that" look, so I thought it more tactful to pretend not to have seen the slip. But then, Norskies are always boasting to me of how they are experts in walking in the ice, unlike novice foreigners. Being helped up by a foreign woman would probably have been insult to injury to him. (He didn't have any shopping mind.)

[wiseheart.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't think the elderly guy taking a sunbath in a chair some ten metres away could have done much anyway. But if our roles were reversed, I'd certainly go over and ask if he needed help and picked up the shopping bags, at the very least.

I mean, I could have easily broken my knee on the concrete walkway, and might have needed someone to call an ambulance or whatnot. Fortunately, I haven't but still, looking the other way in such cases is something that pisses me out.