...fell over.
It was outside
It was next to a queue of traffic
It was next to road builder guys that are digging holes in the south circular.
It wasn't even a good fall, no arms flailing and giant comic lunges. No.
It was trip, stumble and splat.
I had to take a moment sitting on the church wall, pretending I had hurt myself, until the traffic moved and I could carry on running.
I think I got away with it..................
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