It was an interesting walk down St Margaret’s Avenue this morning. I say ‘walk’, hobble is more accurate, but there you go.
I stepped out to a world that was damp and chilly, with water on the ground, presumably from an already heavy dew overnight. Walking outside the Carpathia and down the steps to road level was fine. It was the walk out on to the avenue that was fun. As with most suburban paths, those along St Margaret’s Avenue are simple concrete slabs, some smoother than others and it turns out that the dampness was sitting atop pre-existing ice from earlier frosts. Ah, smooth paving slabs, wet ice, worn treads on shoes and a dickey knee: a fateful combination.
I didn’t enjoy that walk at all, though I managed not to fall down despite sliding unexpectedly a number of times. I don’t think I should have enjoyed it if my knee was in full working order.
Tomorrow I shall be ready, though I don’t quite know how to approach the problem. I don’t like slippery surfaces under foot; I like the ground to be firm and for the treads on my shoes to have something to bite into. Even as a kid, I never quite understood those people who made ice slides on the playground, particularly where it was a busy route. I like my bones and joints unbroken or twisted.
Always been an old fogey, it seems.
I stepped out to a world that was damp and chilly, with water on the ground, presumably from an already heavy dew overnight. Walking outside the Carpathia and down the steps to road level was fine. It was the walk out on to the avenue that was fun. As with most suburban paths, those along St Margaret’s Avenue are simple concrete slabs, some smoother than others and it turns out that the dampness was sitting atop pre-existing ice from earlier frosts. Ah, smooth paving slabs, wet ice, worn treads on shoes and a dickey knee: a fateful combination.
I didn’t enjoy that walk at all, though I managed not to fall down despite sliding unexpectedly a number of times. I don’t think I should have enjoyed it if my knee was in full working order.
Tomorrow I shall be ready, though I don’t quite know how to approach the problem. I don’t like slippery surfaces under foot; I like the ground to be firm and for the treads on my shoes to have something to bite into. Even as a kid, I never quite understood those people who made ice slides on the playground, particularly where it was a busy route. I like my bones and joints unbroken or twisted.
Always been an old fogey, it seems.