Jane

So it's a Friday evening.

I had woken up that morning and I was a little bit sad because my parents had called me and said they couldn't come.

My dad was in his late eighties.

His heart was failing and he said, I just can't make it.

So I thought I'll go for a walk and then I'll come home and I'll get myself ready.

So I came home from the walk and thought I must go up in, we call it a loft.

You guys call it attic.

Went up into the loft, fitted the ladder to the loft and

Climbed up the ladder, and this is where it changed.

Three steps from the top, I leant into the loft to grab a suitcase, and the ladder just went out from underneath me.

Seven feet.

Well, luckily, I fell standing, but I turned midair.

And as I turned, my knees buckled.

I hit my head on a cupboard on the way down.

And then just ended up sitting on the floor on a ladder.

And my first thought was, like, when you're a child, when you've broken something, nobody needs to know about this.

It's fine.

Right.

I'll dust myself off.

It'll be fine.