Last Friday afternoon, I was walking home after being in town, and I was looking at my mobile, not paying attention, while walking along on the icy pavement.
<splat,boom!>
Right on my bum. A woman driving into the lane had a right giggle, and it was more of a shock to my system because of the icy feeling on my bum. I was totally fine, and I dusted myself off and continued on. Luckily, DH and the IL's were still out doing the weekly shopping, and no one was home. When DH and I were alone, I told him what happened, and he was surprised, because I was laughing about it.
He said, "Well, you were crying that time you fell in the park and got mud on your jeans. What's different now?"
I hadn't thought about that, because that was ages and ages ago, but, I just shrugged and said that it was because no one else knew about the whole thing, and that I didn't get mud on myself this time.