This title is rather literal, and refers to my distinct inability to stay on my feet. A day or two ago, Joe had to physically catch hold of me whilst we were on stage to prevent me from falling into the flat, likely crushing poor Emily who would have been behind it. Today, in the middle of a song I prepared to spin the same flat, and the usually fluid motion of throwing a curtain over me became a desperate struggle to remain upright. Fortunately the worst did not happen, and Grace and I had a good laugh about it. Even if it had fallen, the stage was empty so the only damage would have been to my pride (and possibly the set after I landed heavily on top of it.)
I'm not sure what's been causing my recent dramatic failures of balance. Perhaps I'm just tired, perhaps my feet are not coping with unsupportive shoes, perhaps my inner-ears are slowly eroding from the speaker-exposure. Either way, I'm sure it's nothing too serious.
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