Perhaps it is another sign of old age. Last week I was painting the garden fence and stood on a chair to reach the top. The chair collapsed, I came tumbling down and of course the first thing I grabbed was the brand new 5 litre pot of red cedar fence paint.
I was liberally covered in a wet cold nasty gloop of paint from my chest to my feet. Not a pretty sight.
She who must be obeyed pulled me to my feet and ordered me to strip of right there and then in the garden and ordered me to the shower. She then started hosing my trowsers and the garden path which was by then a lurid red.
It took a 15 minute shower to return me to my normal colour. I’m now mustering up my courage to finish the job