Was this a deliberate nod to the very first comedy film ever made (“L’Arroseur Arrosé”), or was it just a case of “Hey, I bet Bill could get into a lot of trouble with a garden hose!”?

Although Bill is my alter-ego, I do bump into stuff and trip. I actually wear hard shoes around the house cause otherwise I’d stubbing a toe every day!
I think this has something to do with my ADHD, but as a side effect. I notice when I trip over stuff it’s cause I’m rushing. I’m not present. I’m not really seeing what’s in front of me. I’m talking at the same time perhaps, or my mind if five steps ahead. “When I get the one of those old plastic tubs I can slice it diagonally so it will be easier to fill the bird feeder. What kind of knife would I need?” And Bam, I’ve tripped over a bike or a box that’s sticking out.
I have been practicing mindfulness when doing simple things. Like showering. Shaving. Driving. Preparing food. Just focussing on the task and always bringing my attention back to it when it wanders. Things go much faster when I’m actually aware of them.
I can’t tell you how many delicious meals I’ve inhaled in the last ten years, hardly tasting them at all. Not present. Off in my head. Or late and therefore I’m rushing…

It also reminds me of how things always seem to fall apart around me.
The way the hose just happens to drag other items with it as he tries to get it free off the hook on the wall, is pretty much on the spot.
This is just exactly how I always feel things are.

F.ex., when I would move a pile of books to another place … or maybe I would put them back on the shelf … ten other piles of “somethings” fall down and scatter to the floor, and I have a greater mess than I started out with.

This has almost made me fearful of trying to tidy anything, as doing so just seems to give me even more problems.

I’m always bouncing into furniture, falling over stuff etc. (it sounds funny, but since I’m alone a lot it’s just plain painful and irritating). I don’t know if this has anything to do with ADHD, but it’s definitely a part of my experience, while the “positive side” would be my inventiveness and ability to have fun … that is when I allow myself to do so, or when I’m alone and decide to not give a damn so I CAN do so.