i just thought I'd share something ridiculous I did today:
I was being a good flatmate and emptying the slop bucket into the compost bin. Of course, the bin then needed cleaning. Ah-hah! Ingrid spots the garden hose, turns it on full, cleans the bucket beautifully, and then, instead of holding on to the hose while turning the tap off, puts it on the ground. Of course, since I turned it on so that the water pressure is very high, the hose LEAPS up into the air, does a big twisty dance, and sprays my pants so that I look as if I've wet them myself. I think the neighbours may have seen me too........
oh well, its still not as bad as the time I stood on the end of a rake and it flew up and hit me in the face. It's a sign, anything that may be construed as gardening is a no-no for me.