I went to a summer fun day recently arranged by my place of work. There were loads of silly games and many of them were quite messy, so we were told to dress appropriately! The one that really excited me was an arm wrestling competition with a pirate theme! You see, the loser of each bout was made to walk the plank, but there was no water. Instead, the victim plunged into about eighteen inches of the squelchiest mud I've ever seen!
Of course, I couldn't wait to lose! I had some blue skinny jeans on, with my favourite ballerina pumps and some truly amazing black socks with hot pink heels and toes and strawberries all over the soles!
My (much stronger) friend soon defeated me and my heart was in my mouth as I tip-toed along the plank marvelling at the lovely expanse of oozy mud below. As I stepped off, I quickly fell and was then taken aback by the depth and softness of the mud. If there's such a thing as "luxurious" mud, this was it! I felt it filling my shoes and coating my lovely socks, it was so funny!
As I attempted to walk out of the mud pit, I managed to lose my shoes in it, such was the suction and stickiness. The jeers and shouts from the onlookers as I squelched through it in my socks, holding a bedraggled mud-filled ballet pump in each hand, were very funny! There's something rather pleasant about this kind of humiliation for me!
What a wonderful experience it was, not only my socked wallow but also witnessing many other people plopping into the mud that day! I can't wait to (hopefully) do it again!