At my previous house, the wheelie bins were situated at the end of the shared yard. They were accessed by a steep flag stoned ramp, which, when wet, were lethally slippy. Late one night I went out to put some rubbish in the bin and stupidly put just a pair of sheepskin moccassin slippers on my feet. Coming back down the ramp, my feet shot from under me and I landed in a heap, with my left leg trapped underneath my not inconsiderably sized backside. I was trapped! Pouring down with rain, couldn't get up because I was sat on the leg I needed to push myself up and no grip because the damned ramp was slippy and I could get no purchase. I sat there for ages until a late night dog walking neighbour hauled me up again. I always made a huge effort to look energetic and sprightly when ever I saw him afterwards.
