like a leaf in autumn

Pads just got up from lying on the couch reading, he was going to wash his hands. He had got up too quickly and, although he had his hand on the door, I saw his eyes cross and his frail form wafted to the floor. There he was greeted by an especially unwelcome lick from the dog. His landing was so slow and soft that his bonce was never in danger, but the whole thing was quite upsetting and the emotional hit was hardest. I carried him back to the couch where he sobbed with legs raised. But he was soon back on his feet, ate a good sized bowl of cerial, got dressed and now is back with his Dr Who book (the best he's read yet!).