I had to make an adjustment to a projector hanging from one of the risers in this goofy room this morning (stop bumping into stuff, real estate robber barons!) and I almost fell off the ladder.
I caught myself but not before I made a little “eek” noise and something along the lines of “Oh, dearie me” slipped out.
Apparently when I fall off things, I become your Great Aunt Tilly.
Oy.