Glad to hear your on the mend. Thats Caithness folk for you. They like having a chinwag and adding arms and legs.I really need to address this situation and felt that here was the best place to do it.
A couple of nights ago I got up in the middle of the night, disorientated, and ending up having a pretty bad accident - in the dark and not with my senses about me - I tripped and went flying into my window/radiator and ended up bursting open my lip and bashing my head pretty badly also.
It wasn't till I saw all the blood and a cracked window (there single glazed windows and I have a pretty hard head lol), that I was alert suddenly and began to panic and scream in fright.
Plus, I was home alone - even worse. I managed to phone an ambulance even though I was panicing and in shock.
I've since had a few stitches in my lip and am fine other than that - but that's not the point, it's the false rumours and exaggerations going around the town about it that's bugging me.
A silly accident has suddenly become speculation that someone did this to me, or it was an argument/fight that lead this to happen. This is all 100% not true. I was home alone, so for people to accuse my partner of actually doing this, it makes me angry and upset.
He got a bigger fright than me because of what happened to me, it could have been a lot worse, I'm quite lucky I just got a burst lip...so you can imagine how hurtful it is to hear these false rumours.
He'd never cause me harm and anyone who is gossiping about this incident and saying anything to the contrary, you are causing nothing but worry and upset to people who were already feeling that way in the first place.
A mountain is being made out of a mole hill and considering the fact that nobody was actually there when it happened, except myself of course, I find it quite shocking that so many people claim to have "seen this or that", "heard this or that" and are putting 2 and 2 together and getting 6.
I suppose when they are gossiping about it, telling people I was thrown through a window, beaten up, etc, etc - sounds a lot better than the boring true story of what REALLY happened.
So there, the record has been set straight and that should be end of story. A big fuss over nothing!
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