After weeks of rain, I went out into the morass garden to put compost around the fig tree.
Was crouching but then bent too far forward and fell on my face into 6" of glutinous mud (go on, laugh, you're allowed). My lawn is not well drained and is a bog every rainy season.
Trouble was, I was mid-lawn and there was the potential for many neighbouring eyes to see this bums-up catastrophe, which had me helpless with laughter as well as pinned down in the mire.
Also nowhere to pull myself upright.
So squelching with every swampy pace, I crawled on hands and knees to the boundary fence and was able (unseen, thank goodness) to haul myself to my feet, without having yet another 'accident' from laughter.
Every stitch of clothing into the laundry sink (too thick with mud to put straight into the machine) a good, hot shower, change and cuppa put me right.
Talk about The Creature From The Black Lagoon!