Two lovely black eyes

"Can't think, brain dumb,
Inspiration won't come.
Can't write, bad pen,
Best wishes, Amen"

This was written in my Autograph Album, about 80 years ago!  I'm reminded of it because I was waiting for inspiration for my blog a few days ago, when disaster struck.

Duvet covers are an invention of the Devil: difficult to get on and off, and to launder.  I was putting my duvet cover to air in the sun in the conservatory when I caught my foot in it.  In a nanosecond, I was hurtling across the room.  I bruised my knees.  My forehead struck a shelf.  I have bad cuts on my hands, through trying to save myself.  And to cap it all, as the song says, I now have "two lovely black eyes".

By great good fortune, I didn't break any bones.  Perhaps it pays to be well padded.  A&M came to my rescue, and patched me up.