So some days one is quite chuffed, and makes his way home in the ice, stopping even at Aldi and trying to get some Thai food, only to find the restaurant is closed because of inclement weather.
And then one clambers up the back steps with Circus harmony music bag, a grocery bag, and a packed briefcase from work.
And then one opens the front door, takes a look at the concrete steps, and sees no issues . . . only to find that the last two steps are ice covered. Of course one might also have broken two bones in the same leg in two consecutive years, and be terrified of falling on stairs, and always hold onto the railing.
Taking that penultimate step, one might conceivably go down on one’s buttocks, landing hard on the os sacrum against the leading edge of a concrete step. One might conceivably also be in quite a bit of discomfort.
After taking to bed for two hours, then struggling to stand up, one might lounge in his chair, seated on a coccyx pillow, a massage pillow perched against his lower back, with the heat on. And one might feel a bit of relief.
One might also decide to make sausage rolls. And watch basketball.
Posting for a friend.
