The water moved as fast as a stream. Just as the water from both sides met, I reached the other side,splashing through the water for the last few metres. I turned to see where Herself was, only to see that she was walking, no, dawdling, about 50 metres behind me. The water had reached her and she was now wading. Word were exchanged. Loudly. She kept walking, no, dawdling. The water kept rising. Insofar as there was any, her reasoning was that her outfit was new, and she didn't want to splash it. Men are from Mars and women, well....