i spent half my budget at the jukebox playing fleetwood mac and jack white. matty hit up oasis and stone roses.
Then this happened
Roman Road chicken and chips and bed!
Like everyone else im appalled at the weather. But more so because its now nigh on impossible for me to leave the flat. Literally.
I live above a pub, and the entrance is via the beer garden up a wooden stairwell and across a wooden walkway. Its a bit like being in Oliver!. On Monday I left for work and noticed the walkway was a little slipper than normal. I carefully put one foot on the first step and promptly lost my grip and fell down the stairs. Luckily i caught myself mid fall from going forwards which would have resulted in alot of broken bones and instead went down on my ass/side. Im not going to lie, I cried. Ive been bruised up pretty bad and lost all confidence with walking down stairs now.
So yesterday when i realised i was out of EVERYTHING i sucked it up and decided to go to the co op.
I was being OH SO CAREFUL as i gingerly placed each foot one after the other - slow and steady. AND I STILL FUCKING SLIPPED. So i brought enough supplied to ensure i dont have to leave the house til Monday and even then ive decided im going to go down the stairs on my bum. Fuck it. There is nothing worse than the fear of falling. Wait there is - ACTUALLY FALLING.