On the way to the territory this morning along with 5 others I mis-steped and went for such a skate! Down I came, books and bag scattering as I did and then ended up sprawled over the pavement. Of course everyone rushed around me and I jumped up in attempt to save my dignity but I had shaken myself up so much tears came to my eyes and I couldn't stop them for a while. I wanted to go home but that would have meant the new hermana I was going to be working with would have been by herself so I soldiered on for an hour. I only have a few bumps and bruises - on my already weak knees - and a sore neck so it could have been worse.
Mark suggested somewhat unkindly I thought - that he could buy me a walking stick!!! The cheek of the man!