My first “fall”…

Tonight, I was rushing about on my way from Moorgate (by school) to meet G and his co-workers for a drink by Leicester Square. While I’ve made it through this “light block” thus far without my rolly bag, I had to take it today since by growing binder and computer won’t fit in my small shoulder bag.

I, perhaps, selected the most stair-full route to join the two stops along the way–needing to change twice eventhough the two are probably no more than a mile apart (if I knew which way to walk). Regardless, I was exiting the tube (one step from the top) and was too focused on calling Garrett to see the stairs in front of me…my rolly bag and I tumbled…luckily I tumbled up only the one remaining stair, but I did end up with a skinned knee. My first skinned knee since I was a tot (I think? Remind me if that’s not the case).

At least G’s co-workers were worth the journey…it seems that they’re interesting and dynamic…a good lot (Wow, do I sound English?).