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doltaghey!! Hope you all have a lovely day!
I naturally did not stay at Girly's chatting until half past one. Obviously not. Not at all. Consequently, I was obviously not in the least bit tired or bored in lectures, and obviously did not spend most of Plants sending text messages. Obviously not. Not at all.
Got more twins done. Pleased.
Managed to do some variety of belly-flop on the way back home. In weather like this, I tend to run around at high speed so I can reach somewhere warm sooner, and in this case, it resulted in me tripping over a kerb and toppling over on to the pavement. Falling over in public is an intrinsically rather funny thing, once you've got over the initial embarrassment. People look at you like they expect blood to be pouring from gaping wounds and ask, "Are you all right?" in terribly sweet, concerned voices. It's lovely of them to care, actually. But in my case, by that point I've usually picked myself up, often swearing loudly, and am going through items of value to check for damage. I think most of the time, when someone my age falls over, the biggest damage is to their dignity.
Luckily I didn't make a hole in my trousers this time.
And the upside was that falling flat on your face in public, it seems, warms you up quite nicely. Can't complain.
Oh, and finally...Levade is quite right. You should tell your friends you love them while you've got them around. So to all my friends, offline and online:
doltaghey!! Hope you all have a lovely day!I naturally did not stay at Girly's chatting until half past one. Obviously not. Not at all. Consequently, I was obviously not in the least bit tired or bored in lectures, and obviously did not spend most of Plants sending text messages. Obviously not. Not at all.
Got more twins done. Pleased.
Managed to do some variety of belly-flop on the way back home. In weather like this, I tend to run around at high speed so I can reach somewhere warm sooner, and in this case, it resulted in me tripping over a kerb and toppling over on to the pavement. Falling over in public is an intrinsically rather funny thing, once you've got over the initial embarrassment. People look at you like they expect blood to be pouring from gaping wounds and ask, "Are you all right?" in terribly sweet, concerned voices. It's lovely of them to care, actually. But in my case, by that point I've usually picked myself up, often swearing loudly, and am going through items of value to check for damage. I think most of the time, when someone my age falls over, the biggest damage is to their dignity.
Luckily I didn't make a hole in my trousers this time.
And the upside was that falling flat on your face in public, it seems, warms you up quite nicely. Can't complain.
Oh, and finally...Levade is quite right. You should tell your friends you love them while you've got them around. So to all my friends, offline and online:
