Ok, I've just had to do search and I'm ashamed to admit that while It's been four and a half years since my last fall, that fall was the memorable farting fall of March 2012.
My diary entry for that month.....
My intention was for a quiet daunder, but at the mounting block I swung my leg over, Flipo freaked, bolted around in a big arc and deposited me in a heap of nettles. This isn’t the first time thats happened but in the past I've known that saddle fit was to blame. Having just had this checked, I knew it wasn’t the reason so why this time? I replayed the event in my head, reviewed the possible causes and chuckled to myself. There were no distractions being so early on, no one was about yet, you could have heard a pin drop…….or other noises……which I guess leads me to explain that what actually scared Flipo was infact my fault.:redface: You see my butterfly filled stomach had caused a slightly dicky tummy and at the crucial moment of mounting, I had accidentally, but very demurely (I assure you), let one rip, causing Flipo to freak. :redcarded: Now you’d think that with his average farting rate being about 3-4 raspberries every 15 minutes, he’d be well used to the sound but noooo and I’vegot the bruises to prove it. I’m just glad I could laugh and scramble back on to go out on our hack. Idiot.