This has had me in random stitches for the last few days, I even told my daughter about it. She said, "Wellll...." And I knew exactly what she was going to say.
A few years ago, as I was walking from our dining room to the kitchen, my son had spilled some of his soya milk on the slate tiled floor.
That was the FIRST EVER time I did the splits, one leg in the kitchen, and one leg out, right in the doorway.
I hope never to repeat that painful time in my life. My daughter and husband had to gently lift me and place me on the sofa, and I was in agony for a few days!
I couldn't shout at my son as he had been getting a cloth to wipe up the spill.
I've never been able to touch my toes while my legs are totally straight - in my youth, I blamed the length of them. Now I blame arthritis! ?
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