I got dragged along to my daughters friends birthday party yesterday. Sounds fun but the venue was an ice-skating rink

My wife wisely decided to volounteer my services partly due to the fact that she is extremely clumsy and secondly that she recently spent a small fortune on porcelain veneers for her teeth. I had visions of a flailing arm causing several thousand pounds worth of damage so I stepped in.

On arrival we were greeted by the sight of a stretcher on the ice and a man being painfully loaded onto it, not what I wanted to see!

Anyway, I handed in my ticket and was handed a pair of skates that looked like they had been found in Captain Scotts tent

! We finally got to the rink and stepped gingerly onto the ice. Suffice to say my daughter has been blessed with my wifes agility and spent the first half hour on her arse!

I wasn't much better but after 2 hours of 'skating' she didn't want to go home!
I got up this morning and I feel as though I've been on an expedition with Ranulph Fiennes, I'm aching all over! Now my daughter wants to go again next weekend!

If I've stopped aching I guess we could go again, it can only get easier!
