I slipped

I came back from yoga as sweaty and in need of a shower. Ashtanga is a bit of a work-out. I turned on the shower, borrowed supermum’s latest seriously-expensive shampoo (the hairdressers see her coming from miles away but, well, she’s worth it) and hopped into the bath tub.

Then I slipped.

The foot in the bath went sideways and I overbalanced, smacking the side of my other knee against the enamelled ceramic. It was hard. I shouted. There may have been swearing. I regained my balance, hopping and yelling

“Ow! Fuck! Ow!”

Supermum appeared at the bathroom door and asked if I was alright.

“I slipped. I bashed my knee on the bath. It hurts.”

Supermum attempted to keep a straight face, failed and began to laugh.

“I said it hurts.”

More laughter. Or rather, sniggering.

“Oh, go away.”

“Are you really okay? I mean…”

She broke down again into giggles at the spectacle of her husband, standing on one foot, stark naked, rubbing his knee and swearing.

“Well, it was a fright. I was frightened. I mean, I felt…old. This is what is old people do – slip in the bath.”

We’re both quiet for a moment. Then she starts to giggle again.

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