It's all a blur

I remember going round and round and round....

amazingly ( especially for those that know me ) I didn't fall on my arse once...*

unlike my companion who, although far more graceful both on and off the ice, viewed a wet bum as a natural consequence of going ice-skating.

* again for those that know me, neither did I loose any fingers, run over a small child or cause any similar catastrophes... ( well, there were a few fits of giggles, but that hardly counts ).