tuckova

Stumbled in a sidewalk hole next to a bus stop last night and pitched forward, accidental planking on the sidewalk, arms in front like Superman. This was on the way TO the pub, mind. Probably would have been pretty if I hadn't screamed as I went, which is what my grandmother said when I fell off the back of a horse: it would have looked good if you hadn't been yelling all the way down. Sorry about the noise folks. Some men came running all "ma'am, ma'am, what happened?" and as usual I had to laugh so that nobody would think I was hurt. The bus driver paused I assume to be sure I was okay and not so that everybody on the bus could stare at me in bewilderment, although I was not feeling particularly okay (hahaha, no worries, I just fell! Don't forget to tip your waiter!) and they did all stare. Thank goodness I managed to keep my head up is the only good thing, because I really don't want to mess up my beautiful, beautiful face. Well, and that I was wearing thick pants that didn't rip, so my knee is bruised but not all bloody. I have a bruised rib this morning, and my hands are still sore, and also my head a bit, although that could be because I was, as I said, on the way to the pub. On the way home I walked on the other side of the street for luck, and it was snowing, and I watched the flakes swirling in the halos of the street lamps even though I really should learn to watch where I'm going.