Ice ain't nice

Yesterday I mentioned the icy state of my front path. Apparently I have the memory of a goldfish though, as today I went trotting merrily down it to put the rubbish out, in fine disregard of the hazard it presented. Inevitably I went flying just as I reached the bottom of the steps, cracking my head and cutting my ear on the brick wall beside them, and doing something decidedly unpleasant to my ankle. I've had to cancel my plans for the evening, and am now ensconced on the sofa with, I hope, everything I need within reach. I must remember not to drink too much though, as getting up the stairs to the bathroom will involve crawling.