My sincere thanks to Krud Simpleton.

If you could pass on the following message........ what what.

Mr Krud Sir

While rounding the corner to descend the stairs to my nagging phone messages, I managed to become entangled with my helmet. Once it had wrapped around both ankles I was done for what what what.

Went down the shagpile at a horrendous rate of knots and ended in a pile goo at the bottom, with a crack or two and a curse or twelve, what what what!