Yes, I was fortunate enough to get knocked down by a bus yesterday. It wasn’t much fun and I look forward to avoiding such events in future (even though I wasn’t at all at fault, now I am extra cautious about crossing roads no matter what the lights say). But I am so glad it wasn’t any worse than some interesting bruising and rather painful whiplash.
Consequently I have some time off from work before I leave, to be spent limping around and wishing I was already in Europe. I have now read a whole TWO books and hope to read a few more before I am done. I finished Truth or Dare, a collection of short autobiographical stories, and enjoyed it very much. I must remember to return it to Bridget!
And then today, when I was walking back from the Doctor’s, along Merri Creek Trail, I got lost (terrible idea to follow rivers in Melbourne, they bend and curve and go the wrong direction entirely) and stopped to rest in a little park. There I found a stack of books, abandoned or forgotten, I couldn’t say.
Maybe someone will be missing them, but I chose to interpret it as a cheerful little offering from the gods of reading-when-you-are-lost-in-a-park-after-getting-hit-by-a-bus. I only took the top one, The Tenancy, which I devoured side-by-side with a delicious sandwich in a small cafe in Northcote. Now I’m back at Rebecca’s house where hot water bottles and a nap will hopefully help me recharge. I’ve been feeling very crappy, unsurprisingly, but I still need to go make a statement with the police, so my day isn’t over yet.