Oh dear, this morning I hadn't got far on my walk when I tripped over! I sprawled heavily onto some very rough tar beside the road, skinning one knee and two hands and jerking my shoulder. I bled profusely and started to cry and a kind bike-rider came to help me up and see if I needed any more assistance. I hobbled home and rang the front door bell. A very surprised Philip opened the door to a frightening sight!
Eight hours later the grazes are still stinging and I can barely raise my right arm. I've spent the day reading one of John Mortimer's books and have been laughing my head off.
Winifred, please make sure your Philip makes contact with me as we must meet, if only for a short time, during his hectic visit to Sydney.
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Oh poor love - it is always a shock when you fall down, perhaps it is because it is so quick and we can't believe how it happened. Hope you feel better now.
I is a super cartoon picture how on earth did you find it? or is it one you did yourself?
I will pass you kind message on to Philip though I have to say my 42 year old boy is quite beyond my control - can't think why!
Take care xx
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