What on earth.....!
Imagine the scene......I went for a walk with my daughter, we went to the park where there was expensive work being done throughout the park.
We wanted to feed the squirrels and ducks...... all went well until we reached the largest of the lakes...... it had been drained, there was a poor little moorhen picking about in the mud and I in my infinite wisdom leaned to throw bread in......yes you guessed....it all seemed to happen in slow motion as I windmilled into the lake, quick witted I kept my mouth closed, some sense told me I was going in face first. Sure enough I sank quite quickly but not too deep, managed to get nearly upright then slipped right back in.
My poor daughter was torn between trying to get to me and pull me out to just standing helplessly, she picked the latter.
Meanwhile I was still trying to stand and actually get moving back to the path, a nice gentleman, spotlessly dressed in jeans and white tee shirt offered his hand, I could not accept, he would have been covered in mud, slowly I managed to haul myself back to the path, one sandal was sitting on top of the mud and my bag alongside, he helped get those out without getting too covered, I prayed I would not stand on any of the glass or cans I knew littered the lakes, safe to say I eventually got back on hard ground.....It was nice to see that several people were standing on the hill watching andf taking pics on their phones....thanks for that!!!
So now I have the joy of getting home....It's a fair walk home and it was a lovely day so loads of people out and about. They divided up into 3 groups, Don't look, it's rude, Look but don't ask and the last were the askers! Well I ask you what do you say!
I plodded home and longing for a shower said I would go through the back as to make the least mess. Now you have to understand, opposite to me is a where a group of builders are based, don't worry, they will have had lunch and be gone by now, not a chance! There they were all sitting there trying not to laugh asking what happened and asking if I would like them to hose me down. I passed.
That shower took forever to shift the mud but what a relief to be clean again. Of course I then got the comments mud baths are good for you. Not this mud!
So people lets hear your tales because be honest we all have tales we keep to ourselves, I thought this might amuse you and whilst typing it has all come back to me ugh!