Well spotted!
Thankfully it was – I didn't make it all the way to the floor. My feet landed on the door and I pitched backwards onto a rafter with my arse. My forearm also slammed the rafter, so I stayed 50% in the loft. Clambering back up there was a clumsy affair.
Torn ligaments in my left arm, very nasty abrasions, and a black bruise on my arse that looks like Europe. If I'd come down at an angle and the door had swung closed from the impact of my feet. I'd have been fucked. Ditto if it had been closed in the first place. Or if my feet went either side of it (wince).

Hail the door.
( Wet-chinned bag shanker Cannot parse Wogan, Thu 3 May 2012, 16:19, Reply)