Ouch, my pride...
I went through a period of being a bit unsteady on my feet. Nothing too amiss; just fell over a lot. One afternoon, I went for a walk down to Tesco with my missus; it was five minutes from the house, and crucially it was downhill. 

So, true to form, I managed to fall over nothing, but this time managed to fall into the gutter. This was naturally hilarious to my missus. I tried to roll over and get up, but the slope stopped me from doing so; my feet were higher up than my head, and a lack of exercise along with the shock of falling over conspired to make me pretty weak. 

My missus couldn't help, as she was nearly choking with laughter as I did a pretty good impression of a turtle. To add insult to injury, I noticed the driver of a dairy lorry who had parked just up the road laughing heartily from his cab, too. 

I had grazed hands and a sore knee from the fall, but my pride was far more dented than my body. To this day she still dissolves into helpless laughter whenever she remembers it. 
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Sat 31 Jul 2010, 7:53, Reply)