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Tag Archives: injury
Accident prone…
Today I kicked the bucket (And for all my US friends, This is a euphemism For the point at which life ends). It wasn’t done on purpose… Just a half-bipedal fail, As I got out of the shower And the … Continue reading
Posted in Humour, Poetry
Tagged accident prone, housework, injury, kicking the bucket, self care
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Stowford’s and office chairs
I’ve still got two Stowford’s just sat in the fridge, And I know that you’re thinking that that’s sacrilege But I seldom drink alcohol when I’m alone And as Ani’s teetotal, I’m all on my own. I’ll save them, I … Continue reading
Ode to a dead office chair…
My dignity is damaged Since the wheel fell off the chair And sent me spinning backwards With both feet up in the air. There was that awful moment When I knew I couldn’t stop And wondered on which bit of … Continue reading
