A weekday morning, some years ago now. I dropped the older two off at school, with DD, then still a baby, already fed and snuggled in the running buggy. Unusually for me, we set off for our run straight from the school gates. A few kilometres in and I started to need a wee. I held it until we entered a lovely leafy bit of wilderness, then I stepped off the path, pulled down my shorts and squatted. At which exact moment, the running stroller, with my precious bundle of joy strapped into it, started to ROLL BACKWARDS TOWARDS A STREAM. I screeched, leapt up and lunged after it, with my bare backside in the air for all to see. A nightmare that I am doomed to relive for the rest of my life. All my own fault of course: the moral of the story is always, always APPLY THE BRAKE.
