@pete wrote:
See! Look at the evil glint in its’ eye. Had I not been concentrating on biting into one of its little friends, and had I been looking where I was stepping, then perchance I wouldn’t have tripped over my then partner’s outstretched leg and come a cropper between pub and home.
Oh yes..and had I not been well lubricated but it was the summer holidays and post exam jollities.
Being something of a drama queen ( does it show?) nobody believed that my leg was broken, so I had to walk three miles home on it before being ambulanced to A&E and a stookie.
By way of consolation, my bf lost his bet with the hospital porter as to the results of the X-Ray. Though I still lost out as he used MY money.