Decking The Pavement Rather Than Dior

Well... I fell whilst walking down an extremely busy street! By a fall I mean I managed to go flying on my tummy down the street with my bag everywhere, my iPhone flying and Legs akimbo! Classy. It was like the Sex and the City scene where she goes flying in Dior. But trust me, this was definitely Dundee. Numerous people stepped over me until one lovely camp gentleman handed me my iPhone and helped me onto unsteady feet.
My downfall was being mid hypo-wobbly and needing something from a shop like orange juice or coke, wearing ridiculous platformed boots and yapping on the phone. The worse thing was it happened so quickly that I only realised it was happening when my knee hit the pavement and ripped my leggings open.
After being helped up and pretending I was a'ok I bumbled over, sat next to a homeless man and cried.
I hobbled along to costa to see Logan and change into some newly purchased leggings, must be a man thing but he thought it was hilarious. I made a fool of myself and sat next to a homeless man and cried - in public. Not hilarious.

My knee is sore and going a rather nice purple colour. Wednesday is meant to be Zumba night. But I'm not so sure.. A bruised knee and a bruised foot may call for a rain-check!
Is this acceptable reasoning to skip?! Hmmm... Undecided!


S x.