After my morning run today, I thought I should top up the big water bowl we leave out for the wallabies. It’s up a steep slope from our back gate; and I usually carry a bucket of water up there to do it.
In winter I wear a head torch for my run. I came inside to fill the bucket and took the torch off, meaning to put it back on to find my way back up the hill and down again safely. But… I started thinking about how lovely and shiny my bucket is. It’s shiny silver metal; maybe meant for florist displays or something? I snaffled it when we were having a big clean out at work.
So I was thinking about how proud I was of my shiny new bucket then… damn. It’s dark. No torch.
I stumbled going up the hill but managed to get there, and fill the bowl. Coming downhill through the wattles I was grabbing at branches to steady myself, then a branch snapped and I fell, suffering minor abrasions and major loss of dignity. The bucket went CLANG.
No-one else heard or saw this classic case of Pride Leading To A Fall: Bucket Category.
