Tuesday, 15 September 2009

Life is a Trip Hazard!!!

I had a lovely 'trip' to the Isle of Wight last weekend with Mr T. Whilst there I expressed the urge to visit  Fresh Water Bay to get a little wind in my hair.
The weather was wonderful, and this spot an archetypal seaside scene - although away from the beach not very picturesque, but rather functional. Near the  rather unattractive boat house we spotted this sign.

I should have photographed it at the time, but it seemed a rather unlikely subject, but it left us chuckling as I have been known to trip over my own shadow - or turn my ankle on a sixpence (a small coin that was around in the 'olden days'.

I thought it might be a good idea if all children were issued with a Trip Hazard warning card before they took their first steps.  It might stop a lot of unnecessary legislation.  In the meantime I have designed this rather fetching tee-shirt for fellow trippers.  It may  help companions be aware and make sure that ice-packs and and compress bandages are packed before that walk to the paper shop in the morning.

Significant 'trips'
Age 7 - head first down stone steps triggering life long fear of stairs
Age 27 -  during engagement to Mr T skipping along arm in arm for joy ( he didn't save me from falling - but readers, I married him)
Age 37 - jumping down the last couple of steps at the local shopping centre in anticipation of pay-day spending and ending up at A&E in an ambulance, worrying as I had only paid for an hour in the car park.
Age 57 - when I thought a bit of power walking would be good for me and turning my ankle on a piece of gravel - as I headed for the deck I was worrying about making a hole in my new trousers, but just managed to  head-butt the pavement and acquire magnificent facial bruises - but saved my trousers.
Oh and last year I managed to forget we had two steps at the turn at the bottom of the stairs - well you can guess.
Luckily no broken bones.
(Ages subject to poetic licence)


Lawendula said...

Age 5: Stumbled while playing and falling on the edge of a wooden bench: two front teeth fallen out.
Dentist says (only to calm me down): "The new ones will be very beautiful!"
And he was right!
Age 18, stumbling and falling on an iron bar, since then a little crack in the front tooth, but fortuanetly I still got them both. :)

BTW: when I has in England, I never managed to get to these circles like "Nine maidens" etc., because I always stumbled and hurt my ankle. There was some magic going on!
I love your beautiful country! Havn't seen it for 11 years now. *sniff*

Gilly said...

Your post made me laugh. I'm not quite as accident prone as you seem to be, but I did trip over a hole in the road while out for a country walk not long ago, spraining my ankle. One moment walking along; the next face down on the tarmac. My (now) husband's remark was: I always hoped you'd fall for me! And, readers, I married him too.

Menopausal musing said...

Brilliant post! Really funny. Boy, but you are getting good at digital drawing! It's a great toy isn't it? :O) x

Jill said...

I have to say that I am no new-comer to digital drawing as I illustrated my "magic" whiteboard presentations on my lap-top for my classes when ever I could. That is how I spent my evenings before retiring.