You know you are getting old and becoming a doddery old man when one minute you are walking down stairs into the tube station and the next a kindly stranger is helping you up off the booking hall floor.
I have no idea how it happened. I wasn't rushing. One minute upright, next on my knees.
Thanks to the one guy that asked if I was alright, and boo-sucks to the fifty plus that looked at me on my knees and walked on by. Let's hope when you have an accident there is someone to help you up. On second thoughts, no, I hope you look about and see the blank faces ignoring you. What comes around eh?