‘Let’s climb up the slide side, turn around and go down belly flat.’
Normally, Susan would have been game. Today she wore new red patent leather shoes with dire warnings not to scuff them.
As I badgered, her resolve weakened. She managed the slippery climb, skilfully manoeuvred the turn then hurtled down triumphantly. Until she snagged one of her new shoes on a protruding nail that is.
Laughter turned to tears as we inspected the jagged tear. We knew we were both in big trouble.