A slide

I look out of the window in the back door as I unlock it. The ground is definitely wet, possibly icy.

 

I venture out & make my way down the ramp to the laundry room. Or, at least, that is the idea. A couple of steps out & I find myself landing hard on my backside, one leg forward, the other splayed out at an awkward angle. Fortunately, at the bottom of the ramp, where the laundry room is & where I now am, there is a grab handle outside the door from the days before the steps were replaced with the ramp. I haul on that to get up.

 

No broken limbs. A little skin off the palm of one hand. I suspect some bruising on my rump. A knock to my confidence. That’s all. I’ve been lucky.

 

I feel my washing & find some things have dried overnight.

 

Now the question is how I get up the ramp again. At least I am definitely forewarned it is slippery. I hold onto the grab rail as much as I can, stay close into the wall in the theory that is probably going to be the warmest part & therefore least likely to be icy. I grab the grab handle by the kitchen door as soon as I can. It is with relief I get inside the kitchen without a further slide.

 

I’ll not be going out into the garden again today until it looks as though things have thawed out. I may even put a bit of salt down to make it a bit easier.