How Tall Does He Think I Am ?

Following a couple of falls and without a trace of irony, T keeps telling me I am going to break my neck one of these days, totally missing the point that he is the one who broke his neck. Fractured a vertebrae in his neck, but was saved by the arthritis which had fused three of them together ( the one he broke being the middle one ). So he has come up with this plan to put down these plastic tiles to give me stepping stones to get down the garden when the grass is wet. Great idea, clever and thoughtful gesture.  BUT the silly man placed them according to HIS stride pattern.  So, instead of walking safely over the grass I need to do a sort of jump from one to the other, which when you walk with a stick anyway is not the easiest thing to do. So bless him for the thought, but back to the drawing board.
I am tagging the silly stepping stones for Admirer's Silly Saturday