Slice and Dice

So I keep banging into stuff and falling down and slashing myself open. Three days ago it started with something uniquely,... well, its not South African. A Smoke Alarm. I immediately fell in hate with our one when it went off without warning (and without smoke, I might add) while we were sitting around minding our own business. They are LOUD!! And when I say loud, I mean LOUD. I thought the windows were going to explode.

So I ran upstairs, and jumped around like a moron trying to reach the stupid thing SCREAMING on the ceiling. Unsuccessful, I scambled around, fingers jammed in my ears and found a little chest of drawers. I lept up on top, and discovered that it wasn't built to hold an 85kg man. I was thrown down the nearby stairs, only narrowly avoiding death by catching the railing (honestly, it was my life's most heroic act). I wasn't lucky or quick enough to dodge the flying wood and screws and now sport a rather impressive gash in my leg and another gash (okay the second one is a scratch) on my tummy. Also I banged my heal. Owie.

Since then I have burned my hand, twice, and cut both my thumbs (on separate occations), ... okay so that's it. But thats a lot for three days.

On a lighter note, we can both now skate backwards. I can go fast (sort of) and Claire can go slowly, but baby steps. I fall, Claire doesn't. I can also stop and spray snow, but only on my left. I rule. Oh, and I won't be a fireman. They never needed one - just guys to carry stuff around for them, basically for free.

That is all.