"Did you hear? About the lady who fell, she had 6 stitches and knocked out her teeth! She sprained both wrists and her child was hysterical at the sight of his mum..."
Sharp intakes of breath ensued, this was obviously a dangerous subject. The mothers race on sports day.
Oh how I giggled and remembered my spectacular crash in front of the whole school a few years ago in Sussex. The adrenaline that coursed my veins as I thought I was going to win, the feeling of flying and impressed my body could still run so fast made a hilarious story. And it seems there were plenty of stories to share, everyone had a calamity to report; of vicious competitiveness, of weeks of training for the event, of boobs flying and torn muscles.
I looked down at my shoes and wandered if I could do it.
Nooooooooo, my kids shouted. Pleeeeeeeeease don't do it, they chorused, not wanting the mother with a smashed up face.
So I settled for cheering on my daughters' efforts in the egg and spoon race - which she won of course.
Sports day in Mallorca - the same all over the world!