The Icy Sword of Damacles
26/01/26 23:43
It was an horrendous start to the other week with my part of Liverpool being a true world of ice. I slipped and fell on a small area of black ice outside a shop. My right leg slipped forward and my left leg folded beneath me, resulting in a very painful knee. Ironically I needed to get ice on it when I got home.
The following day I left the house to find my estate and all the pavements and road that led to the bus stop on Lower Lane covered in a continuous sheet of ice. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life trying to get to the bus stop and then on to work. Everyone was falling, slipping and doing their best to find things to hold on to. Obviously crossing roads and accesses there was nothing to grab on to. I got over two roads and an access for the GP Practice in one piece. Then I attempted to cross another access. It was pure ice. And I went over. Falling backwards on my rucksack. The packet of crisps didn’t survive but it probably stopped me banging my head.
My glasses were not so lucky. They flew of me. It was still pretty dark at 7:45am and everything beneath me was white with bits of black. I became Mr Magoo on my hands and knees trying to find the damn glasses to no avail. I asked one school kid if he could see them. He wasn’t helpful. I asked a Polish lady who was struggling with the ice and my question. I had no chance.
I had spare glasses at home, but would have to chance it back over the ice with less than brilliant vision. It wasn’t an obvious option. Then I remembered I had contact lenses in my bag, I edged over the ice towards a relatively low ice area beneath a few trees and managed to get a lens in. Ultimately I succeeded and whilst dancing unsteadily back over the access road I found my glasses. They skidded about three metres away from where I’d fallen, almost on to the main road. I’d never have found them with my contact lens.
I got over the road with much trepidation and onto a bus. The ice closer to work was still about, but there had been more treatment and I got there without further incident. The lack of treatment in the housing estate may be understandable but on the main road of Long Lane with so much footfall for school kids, let alone the GPs is a horrible oversight.
No more ice please, unless it’s in a glass of something tasty.
The following day I left the house to find my estate and all the pavements and road that led to the bus stop on Lower Lane covered in a continuous sheet of ice. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life trying to get to the bus stop and then on to work. Everyone was falling, slipping and doing their best to find things to hold on to. Obviously crossing roads and accesses there was nothing to grab on to. I got over two roads and an access for the GP Practice in one piece. Then I attempted to cross another access. It was pure ice. And I went over. Falling backwards on my rucksack. The packet of crisps didn’t survive but it probably stopped me banging my head.
My glasses were not so lucky. They flew of me. It was still pretty dark at 7:45am and everything beneath me was white with bits of black. I became Mr Magoo on my hands and knees trying to find the damn glasses to no avail. I asked one school kid if he could see them. He wasn’t helpful. I asked a Polish lady who was struggling with the ice and my question. I had no chance.
I had spare glasses at home, but would have to chance it back over the ice with less than brilliant vision. It wasn’t an obvious option. Then I remembered I had contact lenses in my bag, I edged over the ice towards a relatively low ice area beneath a few trees and managed to get a lens in. Ultimately I succeeded and whilst dancing unsteadily back over the access road I found my glasses. They skidded about three metres away from where I’d fallen, almost on to the main road. I’d never have found them with my contact lens.
I got over the road with much trepidation and onto a bus. The ice closer to work was still about, but there had been more treatment and I got there without further incident. The lack of treatment in the housing estate may be understandable but on the main road of Long Lane with so much footfall for school kids, let alone the GPs is a horrible oversight.
No more ice please, unless it’s in a glass of something tasty.
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