going to the loo at parties. Always ends in disaster.
You know those days when your hair looks perfect and the make up feels good? Today was my once a year day so off on the forty mile drive to a gathering.
Arrived and headed for the bathroom. Big old, rambling, dark house. No bugger warned me about the step down to the loo...I fell. What do you grab when you fall? The nearest thing of course. The nearest thing to me was one of two pull switches. One for the light and one for the demented, crazy over the bath shower. Which did I grab? Not the flipping light pull. The shower came on with a purpose. It sprayed everywhere...including where I was kneeling on the floor trying to claw my way up.
By the time I had stopped it not only was the bathroom soaked....I looked like a dripping rat.
So much for my grand and elegant entrance. :-(
Always seem to Alba.....Garbled text from Tony....Minty seems to have worked her magic.
Do went amazingly well. OH's first wife and I make a strange and comical duo......both three sheets to the wind. I spent some time wearing a funny hat and having to be Neil Armstrong.......still, much easier than D no I who had to be a tin of tomato soup.