Yesterday morning I got up for work as normal - I get up at 5.55 every day and am in the office for 7.15 latest. Gives me a good 45 mins before the world goes manic and I start.
Anyway, Friday is bin men day and Carol was making me a little breakfast and outside I go to put the wheelie bin out. Do it weekly so no big deal.
Next to the wheelie bin is a bit of carpet- our son likes it and plays on it when hes outside and its next to the sandpit. So I walks up and for some reason, I looked down and right next to my right foot is a HUGE frog. I screamed out loud (not good at 6.15 am) and in the same split instant jumped up, turned round and had moved 6 feet without my feet touching the ground. Straight into the house - up the steps and into the kitchen with heart racing!
My wife comes running through to see what all the commotion was about and sees me like a gibbering wreck. F.... F....FR....FRO...FROG!
Hero she is she gets a torch and shines it next to the wheelie bin from the safetly of 20 feet away and sees this frog.(its about 3 inches high) and proceeds to verbally batter me for being a baby. I get my orders - wheelie bin - MOVE IT.
Back I goes outside and onto the grass, round the shed and come up behind the bin. Thinking I have the edge here I look round at the little frog (still huge to me) and the damned thing moved. I spun round to make a fast getaway - BLAM - SPLAT - right into my shed wall and nose systematically started bleeding. (frog only took a single step). Nursing nose thats bleeding profuseley, wounded pride, wife in hysterics I managed to get the wheelie bin round the shed, on the grass, off the grass, onto my driveway before I parked it ready for the early morning collection.
Walking back with hands nursing nose, pride VERY bruised I got the torch from my wife who is now knelt on floor in tears laughing and back out to find the frog has gone. I searched with the torch and finally found him in the grass and heading under the shed. Thats where I left him as if he has a home there - all well and good. I wont hurt him. The problem is the shed has a small hole in the floor.
Carol wants the shed cleaning out this weekend.
I have a nasty cold ( ideas to get rid of it appreciated), however, if you think I am cleaning that shed out you have another thing coming and if any of you want to - are welcome for me.
My nose still aches, work thought Carol had caught me with a left hook and every time I told them what had happened - same reaction as Carol.
Conclusion - kevin and frogs dont mix...
Kev
still nursing wounded pride as well as aching nose
Anyway, Friday is bin men day and Carol was making me a little breakfast and outside I go to put the wheelie bin out. Do it weekly so no big deal.
Next to the wheelie bin is a bit of carpet- our son likes it and plays on it when hes outside and its next to the sandpit. So I walks up and for some reason, I looked down and right next to my right foot is a HUGE frog. I screamed out loud (not good at 6.15 am) and in the same split instant jumped up, turned round and had moved 6 feet without my feet touching the ground. Straight into the house - up the steps and into the kitchen with heart racing!
My wife comes running through to see what all the commotion was about and sees me like a gibbering wreck. F.... F....FR....FRO...FROG!
Hero she is she gets a torch and shines it next to the wheelie bin from the safetly of 20 feet away and sees this frog.(its about 3 inches high) and proceeds to verbally batter me for being a baby. I get my orders - wheelie bin - MOVE IT.
Back I goes outside and onto the grass, round the shed and come up behind the bin. Thinking I have the edge here I look round at the little frog (still huge to me) and the damned thing moved. I spun round to make a fast getaway - BLAM - SPLAT - right into my shed wall and nose systematically started bleeding. (frog only took a single step). Nursing nose thats bleeding profuseley, wounded pride, wife in hysterics I managed to get the wheelie bin round the shed, on the grass, off the grass, onto my driveway before I parked it ready for the early morning collection.
Walking back with hands nursing nose, pride VERY bruised I got the torch from my wife who is now knelt on floor in tears laughing and back out to find the frog has gone. I searched with the torch and finally found him in the grass and heading under the shed. Thats where I left him as if he has a home there - all well and good. I wont hurt him. The problem is the shed has a small hole in the floor.
Carol wants the shed cleaning out this weekend.
I have a nasty cold ( ideas to get rid of it appreciated), however, if you think I am cleaning that shed out you have another thing coming and if any of you want to - are welcome for me.
My nose still aches, work thought Carol had caught me with a left hook and every time I told them what had happened - same reaction as Carol.
Conclusion - kevin and frogs dont mix...
Kev
still nursing wounded pride as well as aching nose
