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Date: 17 June 2010 17:29:42
I had a closer-than-desired encounter with a cyclist yesterday evening which left me sat on my bum in the middle of the road. I was crossing the road with the green man lit, cyclist came the wrong way down a one way street, I went flying. As a result, I am hobbling along, being overtaken by passing tortoises.
Staggering back from the bus stop with a couple of bags of shopping, I walked into the middle of a loud and enthusiastic game of football happening on the estate (a low-rise, part council-owned, part privately-owned estate in east London).
"Meep," I thought.
"Mind the lady!" one of the lads shouted. "I said 'mind the lady!'"
The kid with the ball stopped it dead, which was handy because it was on a direct trajectory towards me and being knocked on my bum twice in less than 24 hours would have displeased me greatly.
"You all right, Miss? Carry your shopping for you?"
My shopping was whisked off me and carried up both flights of stairs to my front door, both lads walking at the pace I can manage (which is not very fast at all).
The yoof of today are frankly not as bad as they're painted.
Innit?