Have you ever had one of those moments, where you have just reacted on pure fear driven instinct? You know, those times where the 'edit' function on the video recorder of life fails because the button is all jammed up with childhood irrationality and the processor is completely preoccupied with extracting you from the life or death situation *ahem* you find yourself in? Well, this is exactly where I found myself this morning. And I sat pondering this whilst on the bed, with just a vest top on and a cold compress on my rapidly darkening bruised knee. I didn't have to ponder for long.
I'm a Eeeeeeeeeeeediot. And a fecking large one at that.