TLC

after evening service today we dropped by the Baker's to see little baby Caleb. He is soooo tiny but so adorable and attentive! so happy that he is finally home, but this post is not about him. it's about what happened after. 

P drove us to the nearest train station. funny thing was that it wasn't really that near and he had no idea where the station really was. he knew where the train track was though, which was a good start. it was 2 mins to the train. just as we got to the track the barriers came down across the road, signalling that a train is coming through, we figured it was our train and jumped off the car and made a dash for what looked like a underpass to the station. it was, but we were on the wrong side of the platform and had to run across the underpass to the other side, which would have been fine, if i had not been wearing heels. i have become extremely unused to walking in heels, let alone run. it wasn't a high one, and it was about 5 years old. anyhow, just about 5 metres from the train, my left heel decided to give way, but i was running so fast (or so i'd like to think) that i couldn't stop the cycle of my legs. 

everything then started to happen in slow motion, as they normally do when something bad is about to happen. i feel myself leaning more and more forward. in my mind i try desperately to stop, but before i knew it i was hitting the ground, flat on my chest. i think i must have screamed, because everyone looks at me. the train driver pokes his head out of the window and said there was no need to run. i pick myself up quickly, said i was ok and got on the train. then i got a big hug from the husband, who was rather traumatised by it all. i was too, couldn't decide if it was the impact of the fall (which apparently was quite loud) or the sudden realisation of the embarrassment. but i got fussed over (scrapped limbs etc), which never happens! he even called a cab to get us home from liverpool street station.

forget the $10 (or maybe it was $5) mondo heel. it was left on the platform of highams park station, wherever on earth that is! finally a good enough reason to throw these shoes out. 

thank God for the husband.

just thought this was post-worthy.