OOPS...

Last night, while I was running my bath, I was in and out of the bathroom, stepping over the dogs who were lying outside the bathroom door, chatting to Dave who was studying away in the study (ideal place for studying). I was feeling thoroughly happy with the world. Nice feeling.

When the bath was ready, I went in to Dave, gave him a kiss and then went into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Something I don't usually do - we always leave the bathroom door open, when we're on the loo or in the bath... don't know why I didn't last night.

So - I got all my stuff ready, put it on the edge of the bath and climbed in... I was just lowering myself down when one of my feet slipped, and I 'fell' the six inches that were left before I was sitting down.

Within a millisecond, Dave was banging on the door, saying "Maria? Maria? (for that is my name) are you OK? What's happened?" I was laughing so much that I couldn't answer. Which made him even more frantic.

I thought he was going to break the door down.

I just managed to splutter. "It's OK. I'm OK. I only fell a little bit."

And, the love replied, "A little bit? It sounded like you'd created a tsunami in there."

Cheeky bugger.

He then ordered me to "never lock this bloody door, ever again."

Aw - he loves me.

*EDIT: Apparently, according to Dave, I now have a HUGE bruise on my bum. I don't know how that happened... I can't have a HUGE bruise, because I only have a tiny, pert bottom.