I have come to the conclusion that the accident fairy is after me with a vengence this week girls. Have a listen to this one.
We live in a lovely cottage bordered by a proper stream, well I was doing the gardening and threw some root balls over the fence on to the bank of the stream (said bank being very steep and about 20 foot down to the stream) when I realise that my trowel was in the bundle of roots. So I tried to use the rake to get the trowel back, and dropped the rake over the fence as well, where it promptly slid down out of reach.
So I climbed over the fence (imagine me, all 19 stone of me, in my shorts, grunting as I got my leg over......the fence post), and I retrieved the tools. To find that I couldn't get back over the fence as the footing was dodgy. So I thought, it's easier further upstream, I'll get over up there. I had to get down to stream level, which I did, quite quickly, by accidently sliding the whole way down on my back, ripping said shorts from hem to waistband. I picked myself up thinking, thank God I've got some padding that could have really hurt. Now I was at the bottom I had to cross the stream as it was impenetreble bush on my side still, so I found a lovely big rock to jump to. The big rock was fine, the mud bank I jumped from wasn't, I ended up flat on back in the freezing cold stream, soaked from head to toe. I stood up and battled my way through a holly bush and got to where I needed to cross back and thought, well I'm wet already, so I just waded across, and finished ruining my trainers. I quickly got back over the fence without much trouble.
DH.... JUST LAUGHED..... I will kill him ..... slowly.