Whilst carrying my 4 month old son downstairs I managed to miss a step. If I hadn’t been carrying him I might have been able to put my hand out and stop myself falling. But I was falling to the top of the stairs and had to hold on to him to stop him falling down the rest of the stairs.

What a tit!

Elijah was fine but I have broken one of the metatarsus bones and need to go back to hospital in 6 weeks.

Doing the best “Sheffield Star Sad Face” I can whilst wearing my Dad’s jogging bottoms and fishing club t-shirt (dead classy!)