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The humble stair case has fooled many of us, laying there like a silent killer. Waiting, just waiting for you to slip up. One minute you’re sat down stairs about to watch England’s opening game at the 2006 World Cup against Paraguay and the next minute you realise you’ve left your Official Pepperami Fanimal toy upstairs.
Time is of the essence.
The players are already on the pitch, anthems are finishing, there’s only thirty seconds to kick off. No time to spare. I dart off out of the living room and up the stairs, and that is when something goes wrong, maybe I lost count or concentration, or both. I imagine there is an extra step where there isn’t one, and do what can only be described as a brief marching motion. Knee high in the air, expecting a step that…
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