I'm usually very careful not to slip, so I don't walk much
on wet rock faces in the dark. But today Carmen tricked me
into starting to climb up a small one. She changed her
mind, so we turned down again. When I was almost at ground
level again, I leaned out a little in order to support
myself on a large birch trunk, but before I had reached
it I slipped.<P>I slapped into the birch and got a bruise
large as a hand just over one knee, smacked one elbow into
the rock and maybe cracked a rib too.<P>Limping homewards,
we got company of a man who I think had been drinking. Not
much, just enough to talk to us.<P>
Drunks never bothers us, most of the like the ferrets very
much. It's crazies and drug addicts which make me think of
implementing
<A HREF="Plan_B.htm">Plan B</A>,
but so far I've only come close to do so once.