Note to the wise: falling down the stairs and spraining your ankle first thing in the morning is a great way to make sure you manage to do nothing that you need to do for the rest of the day.

The good news is, I didn't break anything. I'm just exhausted, in pain, and feeling horribly guilty for putting the day out of joint for four of the people closest to me (one of whom is probably in a lot more pain than me and took hours out of her day taking me to A&E in horrible traffic just in case I did fracture something) because I'm a klutz who can't manage to walk down the stairs properly.