Earlier this year, in what brief spell of sunshire proported to be an English summer, after painting a figure to completion one sunday, the ice cream van came round our street. Being a person with a sweet tooth I offered to get one for my wife and myself.
Goes out gets same icecreams for both of us and proceeds back upstairs where my wife is sitting at the PC. Decides to head back down stairs with my own ice cream.
However, I omitted to take notice of the fact that my dog, who loves to crunch on carrots, had taken a half chewed one upstairs, and proceeded to leave same carrot on second step from top.
Michael applies 14 stones direct pressure on right foot to said carrot and bypasses laws of aerodynamics and eight steps, before landing half way down stairs and sliding. Attempts to stop self from travelling any further, put same foot on same bl***y carrot and repeats procedure to bottom of stairs.
Icecream went sub-orbital and landed on carpet in the middle of the hallway. I issue painfull AAAAARRRRGGGGHHH on both impacts, dog legs it out of road and wife p****s herself laughing. She then cries \"Where\'s your icecream\", as I crawl into recovery position to recover breath and sob over loss of dignity (not to mention Icecream which by now is well embedded in carpet!)
Haven\'t had an icecream since and I double check the stairs for carrots!
lol