… because as I was leaving to collect Ben from school, I fell down the steps at the front of the house.  I was carrying Paddy so I twisted around to avoid falling on him and have hurt my back, gashed my ankle and have cramps in my stomach.  I suppose this is one way of ensuring an impending miscarriage won’t take any longer than it needs to.  Paddy seemed to enjoy the fall though, and I know that my phone is robust after it was thrown from my hand into the side of the minibus.   I’m sure there’s a reason we must appreciate days like these.  I just can’t think of it at the moment.