Dh has started going to the Monday morning walking club in our village. He asked if I fancied coming along and explained that the people were older and sensible etc. I was a bit dubious, but like fresh air, so I agreed to give it a go.
I have hypermobility which has resulted in a duff right ankle and dodgy knee, but I put my ankle support and a tubigrip on and off we went.
We set off along a track and it started okay. I walked by myself whilst dh chatted to the others. I was happy in my own world. One of them tried engaging me in conversation, and I made all the right noises and smiled etc.
Well, it began to get muddy. And we had to walk up a steep, muddy bank. It got muddier and muddier and muddier. In fact, it was a veritable mudfest!
One of the male walkers who was chatting to dh insisted on walking at the back because he was the first aider. I hate anyone walking behind me. He talked and talked and my head was full of his chatter 
We approached another track and this one was so muddy only a hippo would have been happy with it. I stopped dead and said that I wasn't going any further and was going home. It was wet, cold, muddy, pointless, ankle twisting and chattery hell 
I've had to wash my anorak and shoes and my woolly hat is all snagged.
I'm back at home sitting in front of the fire with a coffee and the cats 
Tell me all about your forays into the social world 