This winter
while walking down the road I stepped on a big patch of ice. My legs started wheeling just like Shaggy's in Scooby Doo before he runs away, and my arms were waving around like a palm tree in a hurricane. I slipped and skidded and turned completely round, almost fell over, and recovered myself. Then my feet got back onto non-slippy ground and I rapidly came to a halt, again almost falling flat on my face but managing to stay upright with a feat of gymnastics worthy of the olympics. My emotions went from scared of falling, to pride at not falling to embarassed in case anyone was watching.
(Smale is stuffed, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 12:22, Reply)