Oh the irony...as in "an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected."

Having spent the last couple of weeks bullying my Mother into not putting herself at risk by going out in the ice in case she had a fall I managed to take a tumble in the nice warm cosy environment of our house and fell down the stairs holding a coffee cup. That'll teach me to have a lie in. No lasting damage, which is more than can be said for the poor snow creature on the green, the wererabbit has melted and his ears have fallen off as well as his eyes popping out. So RIP Harvey the wererabbit: