What I wore to the ballet. I thought I looked demure, but am now concerned that my Step-Dad suggested to my Mum I might attract an older man, what with my style being so much more “mature” than other girls my age. For the record, this stems from the fact that my Step-Dad has recently decided I need match-making, and he might be the man for the job…
When I got back into Leamington tonight the snow was really coming down, and the streets were thick with slush. I was wearing my slippiest shoes, it not having been remotely snowy when I left for Stafford yesterday, and getting back to the flat took a lo-o-ong time!
As I came along Tachbrook Street in the half-light I saw three chav lads coming along the pavement towards me. I stepped up the pavement to let them pass, but as I stepped back to centre-footpath I missed my footing, slipped and fell. I waited for the sound of laughter to reach my ears.
Two of the lads turned and shouted in unison:
“F*@k, are you alright, love?”
The third was already at my side, picking me and my bags up off the ground.
I complain so often on here about unchivalrous, ill-mannered, inconsiderate behaviour. I just wanted to share this little incident with you to remind myself that the world isn’t ever as bad as it seems. It really brightened my evening!
(Swan Lake post to follow.)