Monday, 22 April 2013
gardening: why you shouldn't walk backwards, especially when you're husband is watching
I let out a - scream, gasp, something - and heard laughter from out the front. Not a worried cry, wondering if I was okay, no - a great big fit of laughter. At this stage I was still on the ground, with dirt down my trousers (how did that happen?), neck hurt from near-whiplash impact, a sore hand from where I fell, plus aching back and legs. And Joe was LAUGHING! I guess from his end, it could have looked funny. He said he heard me let out this kind of yelp and then looked over to see my legs waving about in the air. He didn't realise I'd fallen and said if I saw him in the same position, I would have been laughing too. Well, probably, but that's entirely beside the point!
For the rest of the night, there were laughs from his end and cries of aches and pains from mine. Today I'm glad to report there has been a bit more sympathy, if only to set a good example for the kids - you can't laugh when someone hurts themself!
Even if it is your mother, looking like an upended tortoise, legs flailing in the air...