crystalline water ice

my weekend has been one of poetic potency.

on friday night i fell down the stairs, i had that awful realisation of what was about to happen half way down, mid-flight. i guess in a way this was good as i was able to throw my legs up in the air in an effort to save my notoriously weak ankles, however it ended up with my right hip taking the brute force. a bruise the size of, i guess, a baking potato has blossomed and demonstrates a dazzling array of colour ranging from carbon black to red cabbage purples to parrot greens. how eclectic. my colours were enhanced further following a lush bath bomb which concelead a secret of hundreds of multicoloured stars.

sanderstead village this afternoon was like a ghost town. walking up to waitrose with every shop closed, no people walking around and no traffic was definitely an unnerving experience - the snow made sure to envelope me in its wet goose feather embrace.

i wish the snow would hurry up and go away.

fact # 60
i'm getting bored of falling over outside - grace has never been something to come naturally to me.