For instance.. yesterday morning would have normally been spent playing on my computer doing nothing in particular but seeing as that wasn't an option and I was feeling relatively fit and active I decided to tidy up the garage.
There was a single wardrobe in there, redundant and forlorn...it was only being used to house winter coats and boots and the odd box of vinyl records yet it took up a large amount of space. I decided that it wasn't serving any use being there so I set about relocating its contents and instructed t'old man to dismantle it ready to be disposed of.
T'old man was busy..."it will have to wait a day or two" he said "then i'll do it"
As I was feeling hale and hearty..I went back to further inspect the empty wardrobe to weigh up how difficult a job it would be
I opened a door and put pressure on it and lo and behold the door fell off
I wondered if the other door would fall off so easily so I wiggled the hinges and pushed it and pressed it. There was movement around the hinges so i thought one almighty heave would bring it away.
I gave an almighty heave but in my eagerness I heaved the door towards me and the whole flaming wardrobe came crashing on my head
resulting in the door end jabbing above my eye and the rest on my head

So now i'm the walking wounded!...did t'old man sympathise?...did he heck
"Just like a woman" he said "why didn't you just use a screw driver or wait a few days for me to do it?"
I have to admit he does have a point, but I didn't intend to dismantle it myself, it was a series of events which led up to it

The top of one side of my head was numb and my eye hurt so that was the end of my voluntary resourcefulness yesterday and although I did feel a bit better this morning how was I going to face my dance class looking like a battered wife

Thank goodnesss for purple eyeshadow and pan-stick is all I have to say

Before
after