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My CO (Commanding Officer) had his leg operated on to fix up an old injury. Being the pig-headed bloke he was he was not in the mood to slow down or stop doing what he was used to doing...even with one leg in plaster...including riding a bike...but that is also another silly story.
One morning I was in the brew room (morning tea room) and in hops the boss - yes literally hopping with one leg in plaster. In his hand is a china mug and a sachet of cuppa soup. We have a yarn as I make my 13th coffee for the morning and I realise that the CO intended to make his cuppa soup and hop back down the corridor to his office.
"Sir", I said, "let me take that for you."
"No, John, I can manage," came the abjectly ridiculous reply.
The CO then proceeded to hop around the corner to his office, cup of hot soup in hand. As he bounded through the doorway of the brew room his toe caught the lino clip on the floor and thus my illustrious leader launched himself headfirst (completing a perfect half-sommersault) across the narrow passageway and into the adjacent wall making a huge CO-shaped head impression in the plaster. Forunately he missed both of the upright timbers in the wall and placed his pig-headed noggin between the two, where fortunately there wasn't another noggin in the wall.
The end result: the CO lying spread-eagled on the floor, the hot cuppa soup still in hand (though now half full...or was that half empty), a huge hole in the plaster (which we later had framed and presented to him), muttering to some unseen entity, "This is most embarrassing".
Now - that's silly.
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