Dear Diary. One of the first things that happened this morning was that a shelf fell down and landed on my foot. At first, I didn't know what had happened. I just felt a sudden pain in my right foot. I screamed out.

5-year-old looked over to see why I was screaming and asked, "Are you okay, Daddy?"

"ARGHGHHHH!" I screamed.

"Daddy, can you read me a story?" he said next.

Read him a story? Can't he see I'm hurt?!

I saw what had happened. A shelf had fallen and landed on my foot. These stupid shelves don't come with anything to secure them so they easily fall down if you pull on them. It's actually supposed to be a cupboard but I took the doors off to make the shelves inside more accessible.

"I can't read you a story, I have to fix these shelves so they don't fall down!" I said.

I don't have any broken any bones in my foot, so I'm lucky I guess.

Anyway, I didn't get around to securing the shelves today. I haven't learnt my lesson and the shelves are still unfixed. They will probably injure one of the kids before I'll get around to fixing them.

By the way, the shelves aren't the only dangerous thing in our apartment. Twice now the shoe rack has fallen over on top of 5-year-old - once when he was two and again when he was four. You're supposed to secure the shoe rack to the wall using screws and brackets but I've just never gotten around to it. It's a set from Ikea and it actually came with the screws and brackets I need to attach the shoe rack to the wall, so I don't even have an excuse.

This apartment is a fucking death trap.