My day out to Glasgow started well, but ended in a bit of a disaster, luckily not too serious.
After my usual breakfast at Burger King, where I relished again their delicious potato scones, I walked down to my bank to deposit my money, then went on a shopping spree, as there was just the most fantastic shops in Buchanen  street, specially the one who sells famous brand lotions and potions to soften the skin and fill up the old wrinkles that were becoming more and more evident! And this wonder cures were sold at unheard of prices!
I was walking along merrily, minding my own bussiness, my purse a bitty lighter, but two small bottles of skin rejuvenating lotion putting some weight in my bag, when suddenly, from a shop door, a young guy came sprinting out, a big box in his arms, and just as I put my left foot forward, his foot kind of caught on mine, and the two of us went sprawling! The last thing I remembered was the young man's startled face as he realized that he was going to floor me, and I felt my head make a cracking sound on the pavement, and then I was a gonner for a minute or so!
I woke up to a big crowd around me, and I heard somebody shouting that he thought I got shot, while someone else said no, he never heard a shot, but it could be that I was knifed down. Bending over me was the young guy who caused the accident, and his face was all crumpled up, and he was saying over and over: 'Please don't die, please don't die!' I thought he was going to kiss me when I opened my eyes, but he only gave a cry of happiness, and then tried to get me up, wanting to know if I was hurt, and if yes, where!
I felt a pain in my left leg, the one that his foot got entangled with, and when I tried to stand up, I found it quite impossible.The crowd had now started to disperse, the excitement gone now that they could not see a bullet wound or blood pouring from an open stab wound!
'I'll get an ambulance, no I will take you to hospital, no, no, I think I'll get the ambulance', the young guy was so shocked and stressed out that he couldn't think straight, and kept on talking a lot of nonsense, until some or other man asked me if I could stand, and I tried again, without success! My leg was aching like the blazes, but this kind man commandeered the young guy up, and jumping on one leg between them, I managed to make it to a cafe where they got me a coffee.
After a while I tried to stand up again, the pain by then bearable, and I gave thanks to the Lord that nothing was broken, and I could stand up again. I knew I had to get back to the hotel, so the young guy helped me to the busstop, and by the time I reached Callender where my car was parked, I could only feel a dull pain, but I managed to walk okay!
I was lucky that I still had the next day off, as then my leg could rest, as standing for all those hours would have been quite hard.