Something horrible happened to me today.
Yesterday, my teenage daughter had been busying herself making a cardboard model of a Dalek from a set. It took her ages and I admired her perseverance. What I didn't admire was the fact that she failed to put the set away when she had finished. This morning, my three year old decided it was her turn and within seconds whilst I was busy with the baby, there were cardboard components of a Cyberman all over the kitchen floor. I thought I'd better try and retrieve it before it was rendered completely unusable. Unfortunately, I stepped on a piece of Cyberman and in true comedy 'stepping on a banana skin' fashion, went flying. One second I was upright, the next I was flat on my back on the floor. It would actually have been really funny had I not had the baby in my arms.
I landed very hard on the tiled kitchen floor. Every instinct I had worked to protect the baby at whatever cost to myself. His little head was frighteningly close to smashing on the floor. It didn't. I saved him. He cried with the shock of it but he was unharmed.
I did not come off quite so well. My elbow feels the worst. It took quite a whack in my effort to protect the baby's head. I have a big bruise on my thigh, one ankle and wrist feel decidedly dodgy and there is an all over dull ache. None of this matters very much compared with the horrible visions that keep running through my head of what could have been.