Haynets and helpful husbands!! They don't mix. Really they don't!!
Today, I did what I do on most days.....I tootled to the barn on my mobility scooter, filled a couple of large haynets, and then trundled back to the stable with them, where I leave them for later feeds. I have it down to fine art.. I balance one haynet on the front basket of my scooter, and the other sits, somewhat squashed between my feet at floor level.
My disablilty, for those of you who don't know me, is compounded by the fact that I only have one hip joint. This means that the leg on that side is very mobile, unpredictable. It hangs there with gravity, swaying like a clock pendulum, gathers momentum and ends up kicking things I never meant to kick, or tripping me up!!. It also has spasms which involves it twitching, in the most unlady-like fashion. But mostly I can just do party tricks with it....it looks like a dummy leg, with unnatural movement.
I arrived at said stable with my haynets. OH decided he would help me unload. He grabbed the haynet which was between my feet, and pulled smoothly but strongly at it to get it free to take into the stable for me. What neither of us knew was that it was hooked around those hooky eyeletty things on my boots (they're bit like hiking boots). Had it been the other leg I could have resisted when I felt him tug. But being the leg, it shot into the air, catapulting (?sp) haynet into the air like a football, nearly knocking OH flying, and I was dragged out of my scooter seat, baring my midriff, and scraping my back on the base of the scooter, and giving myself whiplash by over flexing my neck in the seat on the way down, and then head went backwards when it reached the base of the scooter. I don't know if any of this is making any sense.....but I now have:
-a scraped back
- whiplash
-sore hands and bottom, from the landing
-All the aboved names parts of my anatomy are wet and icy.
-And above all.......MY PRIDE IS MORTALLY WOUNDED!!
BUT.......as it's the season of cheer......I shall not complain.....I shall pour myself a glass of something nice, and I will permit you all to have a giggle.
Pity we didn't have a camera handy for You've been Framed.....£250 would have made it worth it!!!......Now WHERE did the rest of those Quality Streets go???????????????????
Today, I did what I do on most days.....I tootled to the barn on my mobility scooter, filled a couple of large haynets, and then trundled back to the stable with them, where I leave them for later feeds. I have it down to fine art.. I balance one haynet on the front basket of my scooter, and the other sits, somewhat squashed between my feet at floor level.
My disablilty, for those of you who don't know me, is compounded by the fact that I only have one hip joint. This means that the leg on that side is very mobile, unpredictable. It hangs there with gravity, swaying like a clock pendulum, gathers momentum and ends up kicking things I never meant to kick, or tripping me up!!. It also has spasms which involves it twitching, in the most unlady-like fashion. But mostly I can just do party tricks with it....it looks like a dummy leg, with unnatural movement.
I arrived at said stable with my haynets. OH decided he would help me unload. He grabbed the haynet which was between my feet, and pulled smoothly but strongly at it to get it free to take into the stable for me. What neither of us knew was that it was hooked around those hooky eyeletty things on my boots (they're bit like hiking boots). Had it been the other leg I could have resisted when I felt him tug. But being the leg, it shot into the air, catapulting (?sp) haynet into the air like a football, nearly knocking OH flying, and I was dragged out of my scooter seat, baring my midriff, and scraping my back on the base of the scooter, and giving myself whiplash by over flexing my neck in the seat on the way down, and then head went backwards when it reached the base of the scooter. I don't know if any of this is making any sense.....but I now have:
-a scraped back
- whiplash
-sore hands and bottom, from the landing
-All the aboved names parts of my anatomy are wet and icy.
-And above all.......MY PRIDE IS MORTALLY WOUNDED!!
BUT.......as it's the season of cheer......I shall not complain.....I shall pour myself a glass of something nice, and I will permit you all to have a giggle.
Pity we didn't have a camera handy for You've been Framed.....£250 would have made it worth it!!!......Now WHERE did the rest of those Quality Streets go???????????????????
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