Recently was having a good chat/debate about feminism (amongst other things) with a few of our mates.
Today a few of the same mates are over and the wind is blowing crazy, I mention to husband that our gate keeps banging and said we should sort it as it will wind the neighbours up. He said he would sort it by putting a few bricks against it in a moment.
I could tell one was waiting for my reaction, and I was not about to give him a chance to joke about wanting equal rights until it came to moving a few bricks in the dark wind and rain-hahaha 
So I said I was going to do it, off I went and forgot there is a good foot of mud next to the path (thought it was all path), and because of the bad rain the mud was mush, I fell over, and with falling and trying to get myself out of the mud and back on my feet I was covered.
I even stayed outside for what seemed ages hoping they would go out for a cig, so I could creep back in, in the end I was bored and cold so braved walking back through covered head to toe in mud.
All cleaned up now, and whilst typing this I have heard the freaking gate bang again .