It's been a strange few days...
Apart from some personal stuff, perhaps the strangest thing that happened to me was nearly ending up under a car.
It wouldn't have been the first time. I ended up under a car when I was twelve and I was cycling home from school. I was about to cross the road to get onto our driveway where my mother was waiting for me when a car came screeching round the bend near our house and boom...I was lying in the middle of the street, my bike on top of me, not really realising what had just happened.
I ended up with a concussion, ten broken fingers and luckily nothing more than a few bruises and scrapes. I think my mother was more traumatised than me.
Anyway, the incident was slightly different in that this time I managed to stop myself from getting hurt
After a very emotional conversation with J that morning and a tiresome commute back to Southeast London, I couldn't wait to get to the safety and isolation of my own home where I could hide from the world for the rest of the day.
I was nearly there when the traffic lights in my street turned to red and I was forced to stop and delay my escape with just a few more minutes. I was standing there, avoiding people's gazes when this woman came to stand behind me. I had only just passed her the minute before. She looked incredibly dazed and lost.
When she was standing behind me, she was shouting at people passing by, for no reason. I moved away slightly but the pavement was crowded so there wasn't really anywhere for me to go. Cars kept driving past.
All of a sudden, I felt her putting both her hands on my back and giving me an incredibly hard push. I felt myself falling forward and nearly ended up under a car when I remembered I was holding my overnight bag. I threw it back and managed to stabilise myself. I just stood there shaken for a second, nodded at people who asked if I was alright, didn't even look where the women had gone to or even checked she was even still there, crossed the street and ran home, dodging all the tourists.
My back is sore from where she pushed me.
And to top it off, I have just been stung by a wasp which flew into my office and obviously had it in for me.
Great!
Ilse
It wasn't near the Tate Modern was it?When I worked there 2 of the girls I worked with were shoved by a mad women in seperate incidences on their way to work. Everyone at work seemed to find it really funny but she hurt them and really scared them.
As for the 10 broken fingers...at least it wasn't all of them ,hey?
Oh.