Note: Dithcam not available – mercifully.
Beneath my bed is a suitcase, it contains a number of items that I do not hang in my wardrobe due to:
a) lack of space
b) it being summer and some items being wintery
c) other items being rarely used (interview outfits and the like*)
Anyway, for some unkown reason, the zip on this sizeable case had been left open. The kitties decided that the contents, and the suitcase itself, were therefore cat toys – this being the natural order of things. Che amused himself by pulling things out and subsequently climbing into the space created. Lemur and Sherpa derived great joy from attacking him via the opening and walking on the bump he’d form from beneath the soft top of the case. I know this because I witnessed it whilst hanging over the side of the bed one lazy Saturday morining.
The next thing I noticed was that centre of gravity problem I tend to experience at times. My legs were on the bed and my torso was bent over the side to afford a good view of the kitty antics. My right arm kept this state of affairs stable by bracing me against the floor and my left hand clutched the edge of the bed. The problem with this contortion, as I discovered to my cost, was the fact that the removal of the right hand from the floor in order to lever oneself back onto the bed seriously compromises the sense of balance. A usual Dith response when faced with this is to slide, with requisite lack of grace, onto the floor in a controlled manner and stand up from there.
In this instance, I tried a different tack.
As Husband had also been enjoying the kitty antics I asked him to help to pull (er, heave?) me back onto the mattress. He tried manfully to oblige, but I am sadly no lightweight. We managed to get to the point where my right hand was no longer on the floor and Husband was struggling against gravity to land this Dithwhale on the bed-shore. It may have worked if I had not managed to inadvertantly twist his arm in the process. This resulted in a cry of pain from him, a lurch and the release of his hold on me.
I think I performed a triple salco with a double toe loop, but my landing was more noise than agility.
The cats skittered (thankfully unsquashed). I lay there, winded, marvelling at the fact that I had missed the stereo at the side of the bed and somehow rotated through 180 degrees whilst falling. My sheep slippers were bleating rather plaintively beneath my head, though, and Husband was apologising profusely . . .
. . . between howls of laughter!
*Not a truly accurate e.g. at the moment, given recent job hopping!