catseye
Old lady trouser-smell with yesterday's knickers
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Does this have a name?
It's those things that happen that weren't inevitable, in fact they may even have been slightly unlikely, but were still foreseeable by someone in the right frame of mind.
For example, this happened to me only the other day. I was out running with my dog down our local country lane (a narrow, single track road). We pulled into a gateway to let a combine come past us - it moved slowly up the lane in front of us. It was huge, very wide, more than took up the entire lane and was well into the verge on either side.
Dog and I start running again, about ten yards behind the slowly moving combine. Dog starts squealing and yelping. I look down and she's a mass of wasps. I, too, am covered and being stung. We dashed on and managed to run out of the swarm of very annoyed wasps within about thirty yards.
Now, I've lived in the countryside all my life. I've encountered wasps nests all my life. I knew that the combine was stirring up the hedges. Should I have considered this to be a possibility when I set out to run behind it?
It's a bit like the thing where you take a milk bottle out of the fridge, open it and then swig down half the contents in one gulp before you realise that the milk is 'off'. (Although the likelihood and possibility of this probably varies from household to household).
Does it have a word? I'm considering 'Minchinhampton' - although I believe this is already taken...
It's those things that happen that weren't inevitable, in fact they may even have been slightly unlikely, but were still foreseeable by someone in the right frame of mind.
For example, this happened to me only the other day. I was out running with my dog down our local country lane (a narrow, single track road). We pulled into a gateway to let a combine come past us - it moved slowly up the lane in front of us. It was huge, very wide, more than took up the entire lane and was well into the verge on either side.
Dog and I start running again, about ten yards behind the slowly moving combine. Dog starts squealing and yelping. I look down and she's a mass of wasps. I, too, am covered and being stung. We dashed on and managed to run out of the swarm of very annoyed wasps within about thirty yards.
Now, I've lived in the countryside all my life. I've encountered wasps nests all my life. I knew that the combine was stirring up the hedges. Should I have considered this to be a possibility when I set out to run behind it?
It's a bit like the thing where you take a milk bottle out of the fridge, open it and then swig down half the contents in one gulp before you realise that the milk is 'off'. (Although the likelihood and possibility of this probably varies from household to household).
Does it have a word? I'm considering 'Minchinhampton' - although I believe this is already taken...