So waking up this morning I had a smile on my face despite it being Monday morning, its a no running morning, I usually trot off every other day at 6am, a brilliant way to start the day. After checking my email putting the kettle and feeding the cat I looked out the window to see a damp foggy morning. Not to bad I think to myself I'll wear my heels to work and take flatties in case my feet get tired.
Off I dash to work picking up the massive parcel I have to take to the post office. Happy with the idea that I'm sorted for the day I struggle to unlock the front door without putting down the albeit light but awkward package. Clunking down the stairs to the street in my heels, higher than I usually wear I hit the pavement not literally, but almost! A tiny slip I didn't think anything of it by the time I got to thefirst corner I was worried, by the time I got to the second I knew I was in trouble, for hiding under the wet was ice ready and waiting to pounce. Decision time; do I continue carefully and try not to slip over and make an idiot of myself, or stop in the m8ddle of the road and change my shoes. The decision was made for me by the girl on her bike who cycled past and and as she turned the corner went straight on and fell off.
Off came the heels and on went the flatties abd then there was the bus, the bus driver had seen me changing shoes - oh the shame of it - and waited at the corner for me. You gotta love a friendly bus driver on a damp, cold and dark Monday morning :)
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