Ok so it wasn’t a trip, it was a slip. Friday night just gone exhibited temperatures well below zero. Some of the snow from the days previous had melted but the melt water had frozen into black ice. Saturday, is the day I help out at a local DIY shop. I tried on the boots I had recently bought from a charity shop, and tested them in the snow just outside my door, their rubber soles appeared to give good grip. “Are you sure you don’t want your spikes on” said my wife “No these new boots are great” I said, unknowingly setting me up literally for a fall. I managed to get most of the way down the hill to the shop when some invisible being just pulled my feet away from under me. I remember shouting out in pain, a friend from nearby heard and later came to the shop to see if I was Ok. She then volunteered to walk all the way back to my house to get my grips so I could get home safely that evening. I later spotted her on my security camera running up my driveway with the grips like an arctic hare.
I find it difficult to understand with all the lovely kind people there are, why is the world in such a mess ?

This is just a personal simple tale of a simple man, who never seems to learn. Does personal equal boring ? Only you dear reader can say.

ON THIN ICE.

Flat on my back no time to look back, on the stupid act I’d performed
One would think, after all my bad luck, I’d be more careful and reformed
The ice it was sheer, it came very near, to the old ice rink cliche
The birds round my head stopped singing and said you’ll live to fight another day

A man pealed me up, I gave him thumbs up, same to the ambulance called
I carried on to work feeling a burke to spend a day in the cold
Much sympathy expressed, from friends and the rest
Without them all I’d fail life’s great test

I’m nought but man, that’s all that I am, these people make me feel special
There’s one lady I know though, should be awarded a medal
On all the ice she didn’t think twice, went to my home for my spiked shoes
With friends like these, fulfilling my needs how can I ever lose.

All words Meadowhead Bard