Had just climbed out of bed, I was on my way to the toilet, my young wife was talking to me and I started to answer.
That was mistake number one. Always concentrate on your walking.
Next thing I knew, my legs gave out and I fell. So what? I've fallen a-plenty. But this time I went straight into a door frame, my forehead caught the razor sharp edge of the frame. I've never bled so much in my life. What a way to start the day.
All I could think about was brain damage. And this was only one day after my brain MRI and my clean bill of health. What a life.
Off to hospital and seven stitches.
Mind how you go, folks. The home can be treacherous.