A Childish Snigger

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

I do like the grandeur of the ceiling in the railway station. Not that I stop to look at it often, but today I was waiting for Caro, who got out of her hair appointment at the same time I was getting out of work. 

And yes, I remembered to say, "Your hair looks amazing!" Or some such. I've been married for AGES. 

Now we are both home, we've had our tea and we are watching "Australian Ninja Warrior". It's an undemanding watch, and perfect for that interlude between switching from work mode, to evening mode. 

If you have not seen the UK version of the show, it's an obstacle course with some very imaginative obstacles for people who are fit and strong to challenge themselves on. 

You usually have to leap off a trampoline to swing on a trapeze, to then jump onto a climbing wall to leap onto a cargo net. 

Or something. 

The reason I'm telling you all this is because tonight's course features an obstacle called, "The Doorknob Drop". It's a series of door knobs that go up on an incline, then drop away, then climb up again. The contestants have to get from one side of the obstacle to the other, by gripping hand-over-hand from one doorknob to the next. 

Freddie Flintoff is commentating. "Here comes Ben Polson, he's going to have to get to the other side by swinging from knob to knob. He's got a shaky grip on that first knob. He's having to grip it using both hands. But he's doing well, he's halfway through the knobs now. But - OH NO - he's slipped! His hand slipped off that last knob!"

You know. If I were a great deal less cultured and sophisticated than I am, I might find that commentary somewhat hugely bloody hilarious. 

He fell off the KNOB!!!!! 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. 

Ahem. Harumph. No, not funny at all.

S.