Today I decided to bring down a big bit. I loaded up a laundry basket and stuck a box of clothes on top. Then made my way towards the attic door.
Well, I couldn't see where I was going very well, and my foot slipped off the walkway plank, into a space between the beams, and the gyprock underneath the insulation decided that it was not going to hold my weight, and gave way to allowed my foot (followed by my leg) to continue its journey downwards.
I ended up with one leg stuck underneath me (caught on a beam) with the other leg sticking down into mum and dad's wardrobe below me (up to the butt) with a pile of clothes on top of me.
Captain Pain, hoping she at least comes out in a great big bruise so she can blog about it.