Statistics I once read (or made up, I can’t remember by now) say that most accidents occur within 10 miles of home. What does this mean? Well, for one thing I am moving 20 miles down the road.

With all of the places I go sans shoes you would think that there would plenty of times where I would learn my lesson by having some horrible injury happen to me.

Correction: If you are American you would think that. Humans are notoriously bad at estimating risk, and Americans have, apparently, become a nation of wimps who see danger behind every tree – BOO! – and love nothing more than to lecture you about your risky behavior and, when possible, make up phantom legislation so that you’ll conform to their phobias and fears.

I say this because every time I’ve been lectured for this habit of mine it has been by an American – and by American, I mean someone from the United States. Land of the Free To Do As I Tell You. People from other lands – and, to be fair, most USAlanders – don’t seem to care what you do.

But, despite the rather harsh sentences above, I did not get lectured today. No, today I was walking into my bathroom while thinking about something-or-other and was a little bit too close to the door frame and…

Ouch. I’m pretty sure I’ve fractured that toe as it is quite painful and really, really doesn’t want me to move it. It’s also a nice blueish-grey color.

So, in spite of all my dangerous, risky extra-household excursions I manage to get injured while heading into my bathroom to take a shower. I’m just waiting for the lecture on how I should have worn steel-toed boots when doing so.