[Feathers]

Couple of months ago I was at work, and had to go find Dad to take a phone call.

Last time I'd seen him he was on the right hand side of the shed moving pallets of parts.
I wandered over there,a nd couldn't see him, so I called out, and found he was now on the left side of the shed, just past a coach that was up on the hoist being rebuilt.

Having been around these vehicles most of my life, I was taught early on never to walk under them on the hoist, in case I hit my head (or they came down unexpectedly).

From where I was standing, there was no way to where Dad was, without getting covered in grease, except - of course - under the coach. Didn't want to get grubby, so I took the shortcut.

I very carefully ducked my head, and started to walk across under the coach, looking up to make sure that there was nothing for me to bash my head on.

I got about half way, then promptly tripped over the tailshaft, which had been removed, and left on the ground.

Being hunched over, I got quite a bit of momentum up before finally sliding along the workshop floor on my right knee, hitting my head on the tool room door, and crushing my hand up under my body.

Dad saw the whole thing. Ripped my jeans, dug a chunk out of my knee, and fractured my right hand when I landed on it.
I also got covered in all the crud off the ground, so my plan not to get dirty, didn't work.