That's Going To Hurt........And It Did

This getting old stuff is getting painful.......ouch!
Every Thursday's routine finds this old gardener and MeMa getting up at 5:30 and heading over to the youngest son's home feeding breakfast to the two "little terrorists" while their Mommy and Daddy stumble around getting ready for work. After breakfast MeMa takes Taeya off to school then we clean house and take little Lucy to her gymnastics class back over on our side town. Then we head back to Menagerie Manor to eat lunch and Lucy helps me take care of the animals. Lucy has a short nap in the car as we head back clear crossed town to pick " Sissy" up at school and back to their house were we do homework and fix supper before Mommy and Daddy get home from work. We all eat supper and leave the rest for lunches or whatever! And then MeMa and I drive the long trip across town getting home around 8:00 pm.
MeMa had a poetry reading to attend to tonight at 6:00, so the morning routine was the same except when we picked Taeya up from school we drove across town (one hour) to Menagerie Manor, did some homework, made supper and let the girls have a good romp outdoors. MeMa headed off to her poetry read while the girls and Poppi ate supper. And next is the part of the evening where it all went wrong. Lucy came in from the garden while I was doing the clearing up and said "Poppi...can you come play tag with us?" "Of course",  I say and like an old fool I head out to the garden and the chase was immediately on. I was standing on the patio when Lucy screeched, "You better run", which I did. While screaming like a girl I ran across the patio, crossed the foot bridge, crossed the flag stone and just stepped into the gravel on the walk way where I lost my balance and skidded to a halt on my face coming to a complete halt when face met the brick that lines the walk. I stumbled up and turned to face Lucy who was in hot pursuit of her victim, Lucy screamed as blood gushed from my forehead her older sister heard the commotion and rallied like a trooper, ran into the house to return with a towel to hold to the wound then took charge of her frantic little sister calming her almost immediately so this old foolish gardener could go clean himself up. When Mommy came and picked her scared girls up things had calmed down. A short time later MeMa got home and this old gardener was looked after quite lovingly and it was decided that I may have also broken one of my toes.......jeez!