eighteen: a bit precarious maybe
[Picture the scene. Your remarkably assertive identical other half is taking a shower. Your girlfriend has briefly gone somewhere in order to take care of something because she's excellent like that. It's a very pleasant day outside. A fine day for enjoying a donut, in fact. So fine a day that perhaps it would be nice to take a donut on the roof. So you take a box of donuts up to the roof, journal tucked nicely into a pocket for reading material. Everything is going fantastically, just as anticipated. Up until you drop your last donut of course! Damn. All the way down there on those rickety looking tiles too. No matter, you're a man of some talent. So you decide to try and retrieve it. The gradient and the unstable nature of the descent is perturbing admittedly, but you're unflappable. That is until you trip, roll head over ass down the roof for a nice distance and end up hanging from the guttering by your pinky.]
LITTLE HELP?!
LITTLE HELP?!