that sinking feeling
Having moved from the seaside in Devon to oop north with little kids, the only place we could take our little rubber dingy was on the old abandoned canal.

Cue me taking my 2 yr old and my friend's 1.5 year old for a trip along the least manky bit. I'm not a very good swimmer but for some reason I was the one in the boat while my then wife and our friends walked along the bank.

The kids were having a marvellous time when all of a sudden there were a lot of bubbles and not much of a boat. I panicked about drowning the kids and my wife diving into the canal head first to save them. She needn't have bothered though. As the boat became nothing more than a piece of rubber I felt my feet sink into disgusting mud and then hit the bottom, leaving me standing up waist deep in filth and water. We grabbed a kid each and I supported my wife as she climbed out, then handed the remaining sprog.

She then walked off leaving me to fail hilariously at scrambling up the slimy bank, attempting to pull myself up on the plank with nails in that had done for the dinghy. My friend on the other bank just watched and laughed through the whole incident.
(teasus likes tea, Fri 2 Nov 2012, 16:09, Reply)