The comedy of errors that got me here
So, here's what happened, a certain silly me went to the wrong terminal at Heathrow (approximately 3 weeks ago), and believe it or not, at 5am there are no trains operating between the precious terminals at that time of the morning. So, I hopped in a black taxi (by that I mean... I woke up the taxi driver who was sleeping on the back seat - not ideal) and asked him to take me to the right terminal so I didn't miss my ridiculously early flight to Frankfurt.
The genius of a taxi driver took a gap that was too small and wam bam (literally)... a bus, a red London bus for the purpose of this story, rammed into the side where I was sitting. The second genius of the morning was me, because I was not wearing a seatbelt and so I got flung across the back of the taxi. Again, not ideal.
Adrenalin rush! Going to miss my plane! So... despite the fact that I had 4 cracked ribs, I convinced the paramedics I was fine and asked the policemen to give me a lift to the terminal.
So my afternoon to explore Frankfurt was spent in a hospital being x-rayed and playing charades to explain which parts of me were sore. Fun fun!
After a hectic week at the Grameen Creative Lab in Wiesbaden, stories for another day, my dear parents decided it was a good idea for me to fly home for a little rib-recovery, so here I am.
3 weeks down, 3 to go. It's meant to take 6 weeks to get these silly ribs better!
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