PSA: Be Careful Out There
Oct. 29th, 2008 08:57 amFor those of you not in the UK, I should probably preface this by saying that we're having unseasonably cold weather for October. It's supposed to be autumn, not winter, but I got snowed on last night on my way to my Slimming World group, which was seriously weird.
Anyway, with the mixture of cold weather and the rain we had yesterday, the pavements were really icy this morning, and since if you look up the word 'klutz' in the dictionary you'll find a picture of me, I thought to myself "I must be careful this morning". And I was. Until I came to a patch of sheet ice that spanned the whole pavement. Of course, I didn't realise it spanned the whole pavement until I put my foot on what I thought was tarmac and turned out to be ice.
Fortunately, if there's one thing I'm really good at, it's falling over.
I managed to go sideways rather than backwards, so no real damage except to my pride (and a slight ache in my shoulder that I'm sure will go off). Also, my coffee-preservation instincts remain as keen as ever, and I somehow kept my cup upright as I fell. Then I had to tackle the problem of sitting in the middle of a huge patch of ice with no way to get up. I had to scoot to the edge of it before I could get my feet on tarmac and struggle upright again. Dignified? No. Effective? Yes.
So anyone who was driving/cycling/walking down the Banbury Road this morning and saw a flailing figure in a blue coat? *waves* That was me.
Be Careful Out There, folks.
Anyway, with the mixture of cold weather and the rain we had yesterday, the pavements were really icy this morning, and since if you look up the word 'klutz' in the dictionary you'll find a picture of me, I thought to myself "I must be careful this morning". And I was. Until I came to a patch of sheet ice that spanned the whole pavement. Of course, I didn't realise it spanned the whole pavement until I put my foot on what I thought was tarmac and turned out to be ice.
Fortunately, if there's one thing I'm really good at, it's falling over.
I managed to go sideways rather than backwards, so no real damage except to my pride (and a slight ache in my shoulder that I'm sure will go off). Also, my coffee-preservation instincts remain as keen as ever, and I somehow kept my cup upright as I fell. Then I had to tackle the problem of sitting in the middle of a huge patch of ice with no way to get up. I had to scoot to the edge of it before I could get my feet on tarmac and struggle upright again. Dignified? No. Effective? Yes.
So anyone who was driving/cycling/walking down the Banbury Road this morning and saw a flailing figure in a blue coat? *waves* That was me.
Be Careful Out There, folks.