The Radio Times and my cracked ribs

I can’t believe I’ve done this.  Must be one of the most stupid ways of causing an injury, just as if I were that young lad with a saucepan stuck on my head.  Instead it is a case of The Radio Times and my cracked ribs.

The Radio Times, for the benefit of my American readers, is a magazine with the week’s TV and radio schedules.  My mother-in-law gets it delivered and on Sunday we always make sure she has the right page marked with a bulldog clip.

Except this last Sunday I couldn’t find it.  My mother-in-law suggested she had thrown it out by mistake, so I went out to check out her recycling wheelie bin.  Now it is fair to say she doesn’t generate much waste and so I had to reach right down inside to move the rubbish around in order to find it.

In fact I had to reach so far down my feet left the ground at one point and then CRACK!  At first I thought I’d just slipped a little but I can tell you it flippin hurts, even now, a few days later.

The most ironic thing was going back into the house and my mother-in-law saying it might not have been thrown away after all and perhaps I could look in the study instead.  Sure enough, it was there.

I dutifully found the right pages for TV and radio, and separated them with a bulldog clip.

She will never know.  I can tell you this, it hurts.  Most of all when I get hiccups!  That’s the worst of all, hiccups and broken ribs.  Just as one aspect of my health improves and I finally think I can start running, cycling and so on, something like this happens.

Hey ho, onwards and upwards.

Comments welcome as always but please don’t make me laugh.  It jolly well hurts!