Sometime after my accident (see 'Newbies') I was back on the tools. I had a bungalow that was built into a hillside so the front was out of reach from the ground. I needed a short pointer but there was a bush right in front of the window that made it awkward. I set the point in the bush and climbed up three rungs to where I could reach. Unknown to me there was a wasp nest hanging from a branch in the bush. As I put my foot on the third rung, I kicked it
There was an almighty buzzing and the whole nest of wasps rose up round me like a black cloud. Now I can't jump or run, but I threw myself off the pointer and hobbled down the garden path as fast as I could, swab in one hand, scrim in the other, beating myself over the head with both hands and screaming like a banshee.
The locals still talk about it thirty odd years later