Last Wednesday I decided to tidy up my garden. I had already mown the lawn and wanted to remove some vines that had grown over my downstairs bathroom window.
I used a plastic stool to stand on and thought maybe I would be better waiting until I have a ladder. Being impatient I ignored my instinct and instead of waiting until I had a ladder stood on my 4ft high wooden fence.
As I tried to step across to get back on my stool the fence broke and I dropped open legged onto the fence. I felt instant pain and ran into the house to check my leg, which was stinging and hurt.
Fortunately it hadn't cut badly and didn't feel it needed hospital treatment.
I called my daughter who is a nurse as it had shaken me up and the wound had a large lump.
She looked and dressed it for me as I sat feeling very sorry for myself. Over the week it has been quite painful, I have a bruise that covered most of the top back of my leg.
In a conversation this evening my daughter said you haven't had much luck this week due to my front door lock breaking earlier.
My reply was, luck had nothing to do with it I was stupid enough to stand on a flimsy fence. If anything I'm lucky the injury wasn't much worse. I have known the lock was breaking for several weeks and didn't repair it, I was able to open the door after a while and changed the lock.
I think my point is it was my actions not my luck.
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