Beware of the Cobblestones !

After my visit to the Bank this morning, I made my way
down the road for a few "bits and pieces" shopping.

I noticed an elderly lady walking in front of me, she then
stopped to look at something in a shop window, as I passed
the lady, I noticed her lace up shoes and the light rain-
coat she was wearing.

As today is much cooler than the past couple of days, with only a
few scattered clouds, and an overcast sky, perhaps we,ll get
a little bit of rain later this evening.

I remember thinking "This lady's ready for rain, and I don,t
even have a brolly with me."

I overtook the lady and there must have been a distance of about
1/4 minute between us, when I heard this heavy dull sound be-
hind me, and I looked back. I think she got her foot caught in
one of the uneven cobblestones on the street, and , she fell!

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Now I feel the need to explain something quickly, I am not a neurotic
or an overly nervous person, who flinches at every sound behind
or near me. Not at all!
I come from the Deepest Darkest Africa (snigger)
Always be watchful!
Be careful where you go!
CAUTION IS THE ORDER OF THE DAY!
It is simply a part of my African Heritage.
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There was this lady (with the lace up shoes) lying
sprawled in the street!
I rushed over to her, and asked if she was OK!
I thought perhaps I could help her back onto her
feet.
Then I saw the blood, pouring from her head!
Her hair was mottled and wet, and the street was marked with
her blood.

I took flight into a nearby shop and asked the shop assistant to
get help because someone was hurt.
At first she showed me a blank expression, and at that moment
my legs felt quite shaky.
I told her to get an ambulance quickly, there was an elderly person
lying in a pool of blood on the street.

I raced out the shop, only to find the lady lying there in a daze!
I had a few words with her, but I think she was suffering from
shock.

Her shopping bag was lying to one side and the contents were
scattered all over the street.
Her glasses were broken and covered in blood.

I told her to relax and stay calm, the ambulance is on
it,s way. She looked at me but said nothing.

Due to the unexpected and sudden scare, I must have
looked as pale as a ghost, and felt drained.

When the ambulance came along and lifted her onto
the narrow stretcher, I made myself busy by collecting her shopping
bag and replacing the items.

I picked up what was left of her glasses, and placed it
into her bag. When I moved towards her, just before she was
transported into the ambulance, one of the Medics took the
bag from me.

I just had enough time to say good-bye and wished her well.

Thank goodness for fountains with fresh water all over
Switzerland, because I had to clean the blood from
my hands, and I was in a desperate need of a drink
of water.