Getting down and dirty

A morning spent with my local friend followed by lunch and then the afternoon in a very busy MK.  Nothing purchased except afternoon tea.

Yesterday I was reading a short story by Ian Rankin about a man who died when he "fell" down the stairs, except his wife did it.  During the night I woke and decided to head to the spare room but my balance isn't brilliant and I very nearly fell down the stairs on exiting our bedroom.  I'd hate to think of JJ languishing in a cell because I'd taken a tumble.  Lesson learned, hug the left hand side and fall into the bathroom.