So, I was in the garden picking beans and the phone started to ring. I dashed across the wet grass, into the kitchen and as my wet gardening shoes hit the lino I took off and flew gracefully across the kitchen. Unfortunately my landing wasn't as graceful and involved a rather heavy up-close and personal encounter with the door frame. Luckily for me though my main knitting arm isn't broken, just rather sore and quite a spectacular colour!
I won't be running in wet shoes again!