My son is threatening to buy me a Zimmer walking frame for Christmas…

Why?

For the second year in a row on my first walk in freshly fallen snow, I went arse over kite on black ice.

I knew the second my foot touched that shiny patch what was coming next, but it was too late to stop my ungracious and unladylike demise.

At least I didn’t land on my head this time. Last year I came down hard and took some time to get up. Some nice strangers came to my rescue.

My wrist isn’t broken, just very tender. My son was with me and rescued his mortified mother.

Unfortunately, this incident makes me very hesitant about going walking in Winter — and the season has only begun.

Time to hit the gym I think!