I couldn’t reach the top of a boiler today. I was working on the fourth floor of some flats. Rather than go and get my steps. A customer gave me dining chair. Up I clambered. At which point it gave way. I fell sideways. Landed on the draining board full of stuff. Bounced off that and landed in a crumpled heap on the tiled kitchen floor. Luckily my head broke my fall. health and safety kids.
Ouch. I assume they've got wi-fi in the hospital and your touch-screen typing finger is the only thing not covered in plaster-of-paris ?!
Amazingly apart from a sore head and a sore rib i was completely un-injured. It’s one of the advantages of being a bit on the fat side, along with having natural insulation for working outside in winter, and also when the apocalypse comes, all the thin people will starve to death before me.
Talking of wheelie bins I remember that the urban dictionary was doing it s best to recognise Farage As the slimy nasty fluid that accumulates at the bottom of wheelie bins
Was once involved in a fracas in a Austria (We were in the wrong place at the wrong time and some Nazis took exception to us... but that was mutual!) stuff was being hurled at us and I took cover in a wheelie bin. Said bin was then used by my mate to transport me back to our campsite! but of course we were... very.... very drunk!