When time stands still, and every move is in slow motion.
Yesterday, struggling with a very heavy roll of netting I was moving down to the fence being constructed to stop small children and balls falling down a steep bank/cliff at our daughters house in Wellington.
(see Friday 25 March 2011 'What I've Been Doing')
I positioned the roll of wire ready to slide edge-ways, down one level, to the next flat area, carefully making sure it would not roll, when Mrs DIY said "let me help you", great, "just hold it don't let it go..."
The words of "don't let g...", hardly left my lips, tipped and started to move, slowly, then, faster and faster down the slope to the next level, building speed, finally colliding with a fence post, stopped.(whew) Then before anyone could reach it, tilted and tipped over the edge, down towards the next neighbours house 15m below.
Luckily it finally stopped, caught in the undergrowth at the bottom before it could do any damage.
The vision's that flashed thought my mind was a roll of wire rampaging through a family birthday party squashing everything in its path (there was no one there), and the neighbour didn't even look up from his paper, even when I put a ladder down to retrieve the offending netting.
I had to have a 'sit down and a cup of tea' to settle my nerves