How I came to land on my bum was, I got up at five in the morning to finish off a portfolio and I printed it off and it was all ready to hand it in.

I headed off through the shortcut route to save time but it was really flooded because I live in the sticks.

I thought I was pretty clever when I traversed the handrail of an overflowing bridge and made it to the other side. Then I jumped over a flooded ditch, and made that too. But it was at that point, the split-second point where my foot made contact with the ground and I started to slip, that I realised that I'd gained an audience. Dozens of children looking from the mesh fence of the local primary school. And then I skidded and fell back on to my bum. And they laughed. Every one of them. Then a teacher emerged and laughed too. I've never heard children roar like that. They grabbed the wire fence and shook it with all their might like caged monkeys, delighted at my downfall. I got up and the teacher said, as I walked past: "Well, at least you gave the kids a laugh." I smiled and said I had a train to catch.