Our house before our current one was built when her father was chopping off heads of various wives, and the heavy oak beams in the ceiling were even older. Just extraordinary. I loved that house, but Mr M kept hitting his head on the beams. One time nearly knocked him out cold. 😂 Sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. We sold the house after that episode.
😂😂 sorry.sorry! I attribute it to a slip-on-a-banana-peel sense of humour. Three Stooges sort of thing. As soon as we know you’re not hurt, too badly, and you’re still physically able to remove the stuck lid on the jar of Nutella, we laugh out of relief. Were you okay when you hit bottom?