After work Josie had sat down in her favourite chair. Covered in a blanket, she was curled up, happy as could be. It had been her intentions to stay there for the rest of the evening. That was until her mum had announced that they would be heading off to the Christmas festival. Josie was not happy about this, but she accepted it - as she always did - and put her big coat and her boots on, ready to go to the festival.

They wandered around for a while, visiting the different stalls, and eating lots of snacks. The highlight of Josie's evening was when she and her mum had a competition to see how many sweets they could fit in their mouths at one time. It was an elite sport, particularly as they had to be sneaky. Smooshing sweets into one's mouth was hardly respectable after all.

All was actually going pretty well. Until her mum decided to force her into ice skating. "You love ice skating!" Mrs Jones declared. Josie had enjoyed ice skating, when she was a small child, but did not particularly like the idea of embarrassing herself. She protested (quietly) and said she didn't want to (quietly). However, the next thing she knew, she had some ice skates on, and her mum was pushing her onto the ice.

The forward momentum from her mother's push sent Josie flying across the ice. "No. No. No. No. No." Was all she could utter, before colliding with someone.

Oh no.

((OOC note: feel free to have Josie fall/not fall/whatever in response to this collision))