Peter

 

Peter had another fall tonight.  I was less than two feet away but it happened too fast and chances are even if I’d managed to grab him he’d’ve just pulled me over too.  He fell on the kitchen paper bin which shattered courteously and dispersed his momentum.  He’s okay but . . .

I was going to write a proper entry tonight but I’m a little traumatised.  This is the second fall in a fortnight and it’s just blind luck that he wasn’t hurt this time.  And I was right here and I couldn’t do anything.

I’ll be back on the blog one of these days/nights but I’m not sure when.

Thanks and apologies and whatever.