After work on Friday I met Mr and Mrs London Sister at the BFI. Mr LS had organised tickets for this film which was really brilliant and afterwards we went for something to eat. After dinner we said goodbye at Waterloo Station. I had to get up early the next day and the LSs had to make the long, long trek to Muswell Hill so we didn't hang around.
I arrived at my platform and saw that there was a train due in five minutes. Excellent! Six minutes later there was an announcement to say the train was cancelled. Less excellent.
Forty five minutes later I was on a bus and almost home. I stood up a little bit before my stop and managed to manoeuvre past the person sitting in the aisle seat. I was carrying my work rucksack which was really heavy and I also had another bag so I was laden down. At the very second that I reached out to hold the handrail the driver braked sharply and I was thrown backwards. I tried to grab something to keep me upright but failed and stumbled towards the front of the bus where I crashed into the windscreen cracking my head against the glass and then sliding to the floor. There was a collective gasp from the other passengers and some shouting. When I opened my eyes the bus had stopped and there was a man trying to help me up. The driver switched off the engine and got out of his seat to check if I was alright. "Are you alright? Are you OK? Are you sure you're OK?" I was clutching my head and wailing, "I hurt my head, I hurt my head."
Eventually the driver let me off the bus when I told him I lived just five minutes away. When I got in I considered bursting into tears but then decided not to. Instead I called Traybake and made him come up and examine my head. By then I had a lump on it as big as a duck's egg (it's now the size of a banty egg ) and I was busily googling concussion symptoms. TB told me not to be ridiculous and it was only a bump on the head and the chances of my dying in the night were fairly slight although not to be ruled out altogether.
"Who's the prime minister?"
"Wrong. It's Harold MacMillan. Hahaha."
I am covered in bruises, including one gigantic one on my bum and still have a lump on my head but I don't think there has been any lasting damage. I'll be glad though when that Tony Blair isn't the prime minister any more.