I am NOT a graceful person. My accident prone nature is almost legendary amongst my friends, and a source of endless amusement to my husband. I strongly suspect this is why he married me. I am cheap entertainment of the slapstick variety. I am constantly sporting a bruise, cut or burn from some sort of household mishap.

Even knowing this, I choose to tempt fate.

I haven’t been blogging recently because I have been nursing an injured hand. When I am warm, it is moderately functional, but when I get cold, it is pure torture to type. My office turned on their air conditioning a week ago, and I am convinced it was a well-calculated attempt to punish me for some managerial infringement.

But the injury was my fault. I got it doing this:

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That is me, but that’s not the skirmish I actually got the injury in – this one’s a few months earlier – but reviewing the video of that particular fight is still a bit painful at present.

So, for all you folks who have this picture of me as a gushing middle aged mommy-blogger:

Think again.