I got out of bed this morning and fell down the stairs.

Stupid bloody attic bedroom with its stupid steep twisty stairs.

Wrenched my back painfully, and have a very impressively bruised rear end. Will not be sharing pics, however.

At least I know exactly how I acquired these particular bruises.

So today was rather grim, as I was in a fair amount of pain at work.

Sophie had a good day, though. She got to dress up as a Victorian maid, and spent the day at Preston Manor. The dressing up part sent a chill down my spine when we got the letter home from school at the beginning of term, since I no longer own a sewing machine and was fairly sewing-impaired even when I did, so we opted out and bought her costume on eBay. I feel a combination of guilt and smugness about this.