on Saturday.
No, I LITERALLY kicked the bucket.
It had been very windy and my laundry was nicely blow-dried.
When I went to fetch it in I noticed the wind had blown my bucket onto the lawn.
Like an eejit I decided to kick the bucket back onto the patio.
Got my foot stuck, twisted my ankle and went arse over tit into a rose bush.
Growing old is not for wimps. . .
No, I LITERALLY kicked the bucket.
It had been very windy and my laundry was nicely blow-dried.
When I went to fetch it in I noticed the wind had blown my bucket onto the lawn.
Like an eejit I decided to kick the bucket back onto the patio.
Got my foot stuck, twisted my ankle and went arse over tit into a rose bush.
Growing old is not for wimps. . .