Yesterday I went to Plymouth for the day for university. In Cornwall we don't really get the frost, but when I got to Plymouth there was black ice. Slippy as hell, but you couldn't see it. I got caught out short because I had on my boots that have flat, smooth soles.

Can you guess what happened next....?

Yup, on the way to uni I fell on my a*** twice. The first time was pretty scary as I slipped and landed flat on my back in the middle of a road. Only to see a car approaching from the junction. He saw me and tried to apply the brakes and slid on the ice too. Needless to say, he did stop and it was ok. Five minutes later (on the pavement) I fell again. This time I landed on my side. I have a 3" by 2" bruise on my thigh to show for it :(

I was with two other women and they picked me up off the ground both times. The rest of the way, we walked really slowly holding hands (just to make sure I got them down with me the next time).

It wasn't just me demonstrating my amateur ice dancing. I saw countless others slipping and sliding, limbs everywhere. I wish I'd been able to see it all from above. It must have been a hilarious sight! I saw one woman who had obviously slipped over a few times and had decided to take her shoes off to get more grip and was walking along the road in her tights (I imagine her toes were gripping on tight).

Craig had dropped me off at the train station that morning for the 7am train as I didn't want to cycle when it was still dark. I had assumed that when I got home I could catch a bus from the station to our village but there have stopped service. So I had to walk with my library books.

So to add to my sore knees (yes, they are still sore), I now have a sore back and shoulder (from carrying my books) and a sore thigh (from falling). I feel about 80yrs old today :(

But I hear that this is not as bad as Dad is feeling. Get well soon Old Guy :)