So there I was on my walk with the family - saying it was all very nice, but I just wanted something different to happen.
No sooner had I said that then - would you believe it - a white rabbit appeared looking at his watch!!! No that didn't really happen (it will come as little surprise to you).
What DID happen was that I disappeared down a hidden rabbit hole. End result my ankle turned over with a nasty sprain and I landed heavily on the knee of the other leg.
As I rolled around in agony on top of a hill social distancing came to an end as other walkers came over to enjoy the entertainment. I know that they were well meaning and just wanted to help, but I was in no fit state to explain how it happened and if I was OK (feeling the OK bit was obvious anyway)!
Fortunately my husband and son turned into guard dogs and saw them off (well actually my husband explained that I probably just needed a minute alone). Whilst my son growled as only a pre-teen can.
Once alone I managed to bum shuffle my carcass behind a bench to get off the path and put my ankle up (knew those first aid classes would come in handy). The big pain started to recede.
Another couple of walkers came along - 'You need to put some frozen peas on that' said one of them. At which point I started to laugh (obviously I was feeling better). I felt I needed to explain so I said 'When I first started to date my husband he twisted his ankle playing football, he called me for some sympathy and I told him he needed to put frozen peas on it. As he was in his early 20's and the concept of having any vegetable in his flat was ridiculous he took the advice seriously and in agony walked 10 minutes to the nearest corner store to buy some frozen peas'. (This cracks me up, if you don't immediately get why I'm not going to explain!).
The lady replied 'How funny, that's how I met my husband - I helped him when I found him rolling around with a sprained ankle'.
So for any of you out there looking for love - this has to be destiny doesn't it. Maybe I should start a dating app that advises faking minor injuries. Obviously the important word there is 'fake' - DON'T DO THIS AT HOME KIDS - it really hurts!
Our next activity was to work out how to get me off the chuffing hill! It was a 30 minute walk home. Fortunately there is a road to the hilltop, so my husband ran home to get his car. All I had to do was to do what would normally be a 5 minute walk to the road.
After years of caring for kids it's very strange when roles reverse. Now almost the same height as me my son became the parent acting as a crutch and fussing around me making sure I was ok.
Needless to say my knights in shining armour got me home - I've spent the weekend with my foot AND knee up and things are a lot better today.
Although I've discovered that walking with a limp on both legs does mean that you end up walking like a cross between a demented chipmunk and a henchman of dracula! Think I may stay at home just a little longer.