One of the few pleasures in life is falling over when there is no one around to see you.
Or not so much as no one to see you stumble over that tree root, loose cobblestone or maybe just a misjudged step and go hurtling towards the ground, rather there not being someone who sees you fall and comments.
“Ouch! That much have hurt!”
“Oh my God! Are you all right?!”
If you fall over in the presence of anyone, whether they are a friend or a complete stranger, they will probably make little comment, like the situation would somehow be incomplete without comment.
But to fall over when you are on your own, is a truly wonderful feeling.
Late one night I got home, parked my car a bit close to the edge than usual, got out took a few steps, tripped on the brick edging and fell over.
My elbows got scraped, my hands stung, my legs ached and my jeans got a bit gritty, but apart from that, after the initial shock, I was fine.
And I was all alone.
No one was around to make a little remark. No one to pretend to comment on my pain. No one to try and make me feel better, which of course is suggesting that falling over makes you feel bad. No one to have a conversation like, “Are you ok?” “Yes” “Are you sure?” “Yes” with.
I was alone, and damn, it felt good.
I suggest you all find a quiet, spot and fall over and just enjoy the moment.