The Loch

I was having a lovely walk around a loch, taking photos of swans, chasing dragonflies, when a ghost pushed me (or I slipped on some gravel) and I fell into the loch.  Luckily I slid in, and I was far away from stinging nettles, so no injuries.  Trousers were soaked up to the knee, and my shoes made squelching noises as I walked back to my accommodation, dignity semi-intact.

I have managed to dry my shoes with a hairdryer, and aside from a faint pond scent, I think they are okay, maybe a bit damp.  Being a sensible person, I had spare trousers and shoes in my suitcase.

Managed to locate a student laundry place, and have put trousers in wash.  Charmed a nice student for some washing powder, although he looked a bit suspect, so there is a possibility that I am washing my trousers with cocaine.  No fabric softener, sadly.

I then went to some lectures in my spare trousers, was chewing a biro (which I don't usually do, I was clearly in an anxious state as I was wearing unplanned trousers), and the biro leaked ink all over me.  Got it off my face easily enough, but my smart white top is now speckled blue.

I am happier now as I have had a glass of wine and met a squirrel.