Well, that was a day and a half. Fundraiser for my mum's school in a garden. She's the principal. Ladies who lunch High Tea affair.
I was dubious about my athleticism to start with, but sucked it up, and boldly ventured where no person without the ability to walk properly should go.
For "garden" read great big five acre paddock. And where was the tea tent? Go on, guess. At the furthest point, half a mile from the house. And where was the only toilet?
Back in the house. Trust me, I was looking at the foliage like a horticulturist, hoping there was something bushy enough behind which to hide. No such luck.
Held on until I thought better go now or there will be a complete disaster. So back I stagger, under what felt like the intense scrutiny of the lunching ladies, all hundred of them, not that any of them offered to help.
Why oh why don't people have railings on steps? Or at the very least walls on their houses? Had to lean on the screens on the windows. Nearly fell through, but no! Got there. Seriously thought of staying there.
Ah, but the return journey beckoned.
I can sort of go up, but I really cannot go down stairs without something to get a grip on. Wandered through the house, found another exit, with a whole door to clutch and made it back to the table, with several rests on the way.
"What took you so long?" Um, dunno.
And because I'm obviously not in A1 condition and a captive audience, literally a dozen people felt the need to share their own medical nightmares, legal problems and marital issues.
Wasn't even a particularly nice lunch.
Learn to say "no", learn to say "no, learn to say "no".
I was dubious about my athleticism to start with, but sucked it up, and boldly ventured where no person without the ability to walk properly should go.
For "garden" read great big five acre paddock. And where was the tea tent? Go on, guess. At the furthest point, half a mile from the house. And where was the only toilet?
Back in the house. Trust me, I was looking at the foliage like a horticulturist, hoping there was something bushy enough behind which to hide. No such luck.
Held on until I thought better go now or there will be a complete disaster. So back I stagger, under what felt like the intense scrutiny of the lunching ladies, all hundred of them, not that any of them offered to help.
Why oh why don't people have railings on steps? Or at the very least walls on their houses? Had to lean on the screens on the windows. Nearly fell through, but no! Got there. Seriously thought of staying there.
Ah, but the return journey beckoned.
I can sort of go up, but I really cannot go down stairs without something to get a grip on. Wandered through the house, found another exit, with a whole door to clutch and made it back to the table, with several rests on the way.
"What took you so long?" Um, dunno.
And because I'm obviously not in A1 condition and a captive audience, literally a dozen people felt the need to share their own medical nightmares, legal problems and marital issues.
Wasn't even a particularly nice lunch.
Learn to say "no", learn to say "no, learn to say "no".
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