I know I bang on about what worrywarts and nervous nellies we've become but truly, it's everywhere.
I went down to the Swan River this afternoon and came across this delightful little bay.
Access was down some well constructed limestone steps complete with a handrail.
It looked pretty safe to me.
But no, apparently not. We still needed to put a sign up...
…warning that the steps were steep.
Like I couldn't see that for myself?
"What the heck," I thought, "I'm going to RISK it!"
So I walked down the steps.
Ane what do you suppose was at the bottom?
This time warning me that the steps were steep going up too.
"Meh," I thought, "you're not scaring me anymore", and I sauntered casually over to the jetty.
But before I could actually step foot on it I came across...
That was it. My nerve failed and I turned and ran up the steps and all the way home.
Did I feel guilty that I didn't shout a warning to the fisherman on the jetty before I ran?
No way. Let him read the signs like the rest of us.