I think I may be suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. I fell over on the escalator when I was coming into work this morning; it was quite upsetting and none too good for my poor hands. I suspect, as I've said before, that these falls I suffer on a semi-regular basis are down to the outrageously long yet curiously stylish clown shoes cladding actually quite small feet. I went to lunch earlier and fancied some sunlight, as I've not seen any in over several weeks, but given the distance I had ended up from work I thought the tube might be in order. Too soon, I thought, as I suffered a wave of nausea ascending out of the gloom and stifle.
Far too soon for any physical exertions after lunch. The sooner they invent some sort of teleportation device my life will be far easier.
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