Yesterday was almost perfect. I went for a good run, we were busy at lunch, I had a beautfil relaxed afternoon and then I got run over....
Day started with me feeling full of gunk and poison and so I put on all my winter thermals, found my trainers, and headed out for a 5 mile run. As the poison sweated out of my body, my head cleared and I felt so good. I sometimes feel, when running, that if I never stopped, I could find the solution to all my and all the wrolds problems, after about mile 2 you start to get such mental clarity and insight. Endomorphins, I guess....
Then a busy lunch, lots of families came in to celebrate the execution of a young jew 2000 years ago. They do this by eating burgers and drinking coke, the new icons of spirituality for our age......
Two friends turnned up. Father and daughter. We sat and drank beer and cider whilst the pub slowly emptied. It was 3 people utterly at ease with each other, enjoying each others company with no agenda, no nonsense. Its rare that, even with friends, you can just completely relax, let your guard down and talk and listen as equals. It was very nice afternoon. About 5 we realised that we were all completely drunk, they were going to be late to meet their mother/wife and supper was ruinned and that I had to open the pub in an hour......
They left, they pub openned, the young lovelies turnned up for work and I wandered around amonsgt the crowds grinning from ear to ear.
About 8:30 Anna, the bar mnager, was trying to park her car on the sleep slope outside the pub. I stood in front of the car in front of the space she was pulling into. So as to guide her in. Shes a new driver. She hits the wrong pedal, car slams into my legs, pushes me into the car behind me and then stops with my legs trapped between the two cars. Anna panics and cant move the car. I feel blood draining from my face and the weight of a rather large car crushing my legs....Annas having completely fit, screaming and crying. So I cal the pub and the guys come out and sort it out.....I have two rather bruised legs....
Oh, then I go into the pub and am on my phone and some woman comes up to me, lifts up her top, pulls her bra to the side and asks if I like her tits? What kind of behaviour is that? I didn't actually think people really did that, it was only on bad tv reality shows that it happened? Anyway, so she got banned. nice breasts though.....
That was my day. Really, quite good. :)
I cant picture that, how bad is that? I sure hope you recover soon...but any chance that you attrach the photo of yr bruised legs to this post? I dont get is it knees or feet or whole legs? And why when theres a car accident people always say that driver "lost control"?
Posted by: Sveta | April 10, 2009 at 11:08 PM
I have ugly knees at the best of times. Im not taking pictures for you to laugh at! And the driver did lose control.....
Posted by: Stephen | April 10, 2009 at 11:21 PM
you really think your knees will make me laugh? Whats so funny in sore bruised knees?...what about elbows? or toes? I promise not to laugh!!!
Posted by: Sveta | April 11, 2009 at 01:50 AM