This does not bode well for my twilight years ...

... this morning, handbag over shoulder, coffee in hand, I took a quick sidestep to avoid a severe eye poking from an pointlessly wielded umbrella (really people, once you're under the awning, put the umbrella DOWN).
It was raining this morning and the black granite (I think) pavers were slick, I slipped and came a tumbling down (rather like that rain Slim Dusty sings about).
I hit the ground hard, I felt all the muscles in my left shoulder crunch and those in my right ankle also. Lost the skin off my left knee and my coffee. Actually quite a bit of my coffee ended up IN MY HAIR!.
One person, a man by the sound of it, laughed. Dozens walked by as I sat there, legs all twisted awkwardly. One person, a woman of course, helped me up, fetched paper napkins from a nearby cafe and made sure I was alright. She also tried to give me my crumpled, half empty coffee, "there's still quite a bit left". I demurred.
Adrenalin got me to the office, but then someone said a kind word and I came over all shaky and a bit teary. I hate that.
I filled in an 'incident report' and told the boss I might go home. As I was packing up she told me the work-injury folk had called and "wanted to know if alcohol was involved".
If only, it may not have hurt so much!