I came up from the shed and my insides turned as I realised it was Mrs Airspeed, not one of the animals or chooks.
I never want to hear that again.
When I approached the laundry door, I saw her propped against the door frame, streaming blood.
I never want to see that again.
The laundry and passageway looked like a murder scene, pool of blood where she fell, smears from her hands as she had stumbled to the door.
I never want to see that again.
It eventuated that she had tripped on the metal carpet edge strip and hit the slate tiled floor head first.
The doctor has confirmed a broken nose, but apparently no other lasting damage. We've been told to look out for any vision impairment, numbness and dizziness.
It's incredible how a normal day can change in seconds.














