... Maybe I should explain.
As part of the tidy-up and declutter of the house I decided to move the spare washing machine/dryer and the laundry sink unit, both unused, that have been cluttering up the laundry area for ten years. Some friends who moved to the UK gave them both to us - brand new - and we thought we might use them in the future. Well, we never did.
As the washing machine/dryer is bloody heavy I got out the moving trolley that's stored under the house in the basement.
All good so far.
As I was hauling the trolley out, I overstepped the edge of the basement floor and fell out onto the driveway. Flat out. On my back. Oof - I had the breath knocked out of me.
As you can see from this old photo above the distance to fall isn't great but when falling flat onto your back it is dangerous. Not only falling, I then proceeded to roll slowly down the drive. This as you can imagine was embarrassing and I was just glad that no-one was walking along the road at the time or that the Old Girl was filming from the study window above.
This is just day one of the tidy-up exercise. What else can go wrong?
I think I'll use protective gear for the next little job.
2 comments:
You be careful old fellow. We'd like you to make it to Wellington in one piece.
I had a long soak in an Epsom salts bath so feel better now. The task will be daunting as there's so much to do and so many things to pack up, sell or get rid of. Hey ho.
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