Clumsy me

Summer is here and the legs are out. I have cast my yearly inspection of my legs. They're still there, they still have my feet at the bottom, they still have a bit of knobbly knee action happening and to toot my own horn, they ain't that bad.

Three days in someone else's house and my legs are covered in bruises. None of them hurt that much but they're all purplish yellow brutes that aren't that pretty (but don't stop me wearing dresses).

The thing is, I know exactly why I have these bruises, I get them to a lesser extent at home.

I cannot walk and see things at the same time. Obviously I can, but it doesn't stop me walking into things. I don't know if it's me not knowing where my body is, or if it's just my whiskers that are too small but any table, chair, door frame, cupboard, bed, anything is a potential bruise.

If I walk into something at arm height it honestly looks like my boyfriend beats me. And what do I say when people ask what happened, my answer? "I walked into a door". The truth, but one that doesn't quite clear my boyfriend...

And there is nothing I can do - it happens all the time. The only thing I can do is get used to my surroundings - it seems to have helped at home as I have less bruises than I did.

Ah clumsy, blind me! Hwyl a sbrii