Icicles of doom
In the recent cold weather, I was lobbing snowballs at the icicles hanging off the guttering of the house. A combination of the outside security light, the dark night and me squinting to see if I'd managed to score a direct hit together rendered invisible one of the snowballs I'd just thrown and numerous bits of broken icicle that then happily spanged me in the face.

There's a chance the missus may have seen it, but by now she sees things like this happen to me so often that I think she's come to expect it...
( Biscuitzs -.. . -- ----- ...- -.- --. -.-, Fri 28 Jan 2011, 23:47, Reply)