When tired or distracted while on rough ground - say during a long bushwalk - I might almost trip and then save myself in the nick of time.
If going to the toilet in the wee hours of the morning, no light on so as not to disturb Ari, I might feel the tickle of his computer cable on my ankle or his clothes under my feet. I feel nervous that one day if I'm too sleepy to be mindful I might trip and knock my head against the wooden furniture. I've asked him to keep the way clear but he tends to forget.
On the way down the hill to the barn to feed the horses in the early mornings, the grass is usually covered in few and very slippery. I've slipped over on my bum a few times there - until I learned to place my feet sideways for better grip. Am slowly building a set of steps out of second-hand concrete from places where old foundations have been demolished and cut up.
I do make more mistakes than I'd like when I'm not wearing my glasses; now wear them almost full-time.
Very clumsy. The other day I slipped on some wet grass in the dark, fell down onto a decorative plant and tripped on brick edging. Scraped both shins and both arms. I tripped in the garage and fell and scraped my knee a few days ago. I am fortunate I haven't broken any bones.
You're asking someone who, while trying to pick vegetables in the garden this past Saturday morning, managed to somehow impale their hand (back to front) on a knife - if they're clumsy?? Hmmm.... I'm going to go out on a limb here and say yes, I'm a "tad" clumsy.