Today part of my day, other than helping set up barriers and a tent for the Whiteinch Gala, involved getting the remaining stuff out of an old church premises called The Gateway. One of the things I had to see to was to get the Whiteinch Church of Scotland sign from above the shop.
So Alan went up the ladder while I held on and we successfully brought down part of it and another piece slipped and as I tried to get out the way it bounced of the back of my head cutting it badly three times.
Exciting stuff, eh?
We got to the Whiteinch Centre, where Sammy Mitchell helped clean all the blood off my head, and there was a lot to clean, and Gordie the resident medical expert checked that it wasn’t too bad and with fresh paper towels stuck to the back of my head to stem the flow of blood Alan and I were off to the Western Infirmary.
Ruth joined me in good time and the medical folks at the A&E were quality and fast. They cleaned it up, glued the gashes shut and gave me some horse tranqs.
Apparently I have whiplash to look forward to, from the impact of the sign.
Isn’t life exciting? 
BigAl