In The Attic We Trust...

Yesterday, I climbed up into the attic in order to store some stuff. I got distracted by a customer's mobile phone call, and during which, I managed to lose my footing and cause a bit of damage.

I got one foot and leg through the ceilings plasterboard, I managed to bang my privates on a beam, I twisted my ankle and my knee joint, I managed to bang my arms on the floor, I hurt my thumbs and hands in the fall, I banged my chest against the ladders, plus various other cuts and bruises, all over the place..

And you know when you are in pain, you just sit it out, don't do anything, curse and wait. So I sat down, with my leg still dangling down.

The almighty bang and commotion alerted the family, my son and daughter in particular. My son was shouting at me and telling me to get down now... As for my daughter, well, she found the whole episode very amusing and she could not stop laughing.
 
Apart from my pride, the hole in the ceiling, the twisted ankle and the few cuts and bruises, I think I coped very well,  As for the customer, I told him the next day and apologised for abruptly cutting him off, and told him the story, he laughed, and I got a new order...