Knee deep

I cut a lot of overgrown willow trees down around the pond. (I was warned by MrsDB not to as rain was due). All was going well until I was working on the trunk to the right. I slipped from it onto what I thought was the bankside but turned out to be about 3 feet of black slurry. What a pong! My trouser and shoes were immediately binned by my beloved and my legs were hosed down in cold water from the outside pipe. I’ve finally been allowed into the house but I haven’t yet built up the courage to see if she’s speaking to me yet.