The women in my family seem to be getting unstable.
The women in Family FEEG seem to be getting unstable. Over Easter, our dear daughter came to stay for the weekend. She had a huge scab on her knee, and a massive bruise that had just transferred from the horrible blue colour to the nasty green. Apparently, she had been on her way to an appointment with an interviewee (she is a journalist) when she tripped over in the rush hour streets of London. Acutely embarrassed, she got to her feet, waved all kind offers of help away, then proceeded as if nothing had happened. Only later did she inspect her knee to find the true state of the damage!
This morning, I spent a long time cutting our (far too large) lawn and drove off to the local recycling depot with all the grass cuttings. In the meantime, Mrs FEEG had walked down to the town centre to do a bit of shopping. I arrived home before her, and I was not looking when she arrived home as I was checking the tyre pressures on her car as she was going to see friends later today. Once I went inside I saw this sorry mess. She had a bruise on her chin, a graze on her nose, and her face was covered in dust and dirt. It turns out that she, too, had tripped over in the street, again refusing all kind offers of help, got back to her feet and staggered on as if nothing had happened. After cleaning up, it does not look too bad, but she will have some explaining to do when she sees her friends this evening.
Both of these good ladies claim that they had not touched a drop all day, so I can only put this synchronised prat-falling down to overenthusiastic indulgence in the joys of spring!