So when I face-planted mid-jog on Riley St the other arvo I was pretty stoked when a lovely construction worker rushed over to see if I was ok. 'Bloody ripper of a fall you took there, love! But don't worry, I did a first aid course last year. Don't move, I have a kit in my truck,' he said. 'Thank you! I'm so embarrassed, I swear the pavement attacked me out of nowhere,' I joked. 'You should always check on people when they take a tumble,' he added. 'Even if you don't know them.' He reminded me of a gorgeous grandpa who you just want to have cups of tea with.
The legend fussed over me and my bloody knee like we were Royalty and off I hobbled with a little less dignity but a lot more faith - there's plenty of good eggs out there.
|My bung knee and fabulous bandage|