Holy strawberry float. My first working Saturday
, on my birthday, and it almost ended in disaster. Multiple times. Left the house and there were no hints about what lay ahead. Hit the next street, three times as long as my own, and still no clue. Then I get to the postbox at the end of that street and a frozen puddle catches my eye. And then, as I'm posting off a letter, I look to the right and notice the path outside the school a short way down the streets looks really quite shiny even though I can't see any frost on it.
Hmmmmmmm. So. Letter posted. I turn around to cross the street and... I almost do the splits. strawberry floating black ice. The gooseberry fool was everywhere. I went another hundred yards, slipping and sliding, when I decided to head back home to put on more suitable footwear. They didn't make a jot of difference and a journey which should have taken me 10 minutes instead took 3 times as long. Man, strawberry float black ice. And where the strawberry float was the grit?!