Taxi for dad

I got ran over this morning for the very first time.

On my way home from Ally's flat, I had to change buses at the bus stop between Tesco and KFC on Nicholson St. I went into the shop opposite to get change for the bus. When I got out of the door I saw the 30 pulling into the bus stop so I ran despite my vision of this side of the street being obscured by a bus at the bus stop as I sprinted in front of the parked bus I heard gasps all around me triggering my spider sense, I tried to stop but couldn't and ran into the windscreen of a taxi. Fortunately I had slowed enough not to get hit by the bonnet. Getting hit in the face and right arm spinning me away rather than throwing me up in the air.

My head felt tight but I didn't notice the pains in my arm until I got on the bus and yes I did miss the 30. I just stood against the wall for a little while centering myself while the taxi driver asked if I was OK. After the daze I apologized for my stupidity accepted a tissue for my burst lip and walked across to my bus stop.

On the next bus I caught my reflection in the window which caused me to laugh because my left cheek had a massive bruise on it. I knew nobody would buy my 'being run over by a taxi' story. C'est la vie.

I will be short of photos while the Grandparents are in Indo. They took back the camera or else I'd have posted my black and blue face.