I've been getting better at conquering fears in London. I'm not as bad with take offs or landings in planes, I have no fear of getting runover by a train, my claustrophobia has improved slightly and I don't shriek at the sight of a mouse. (I think I was a bit of a wussy before).
However, a new fear has really come to light. After a recent incident, where a lady ran to catch my tube to work and suddenly just as soon as she hopped on, she hopped off. Curiousity got the best of me and I strained my head around to see what had motivated her to get off a tube that she clearly wanted to catch. She was wearing one shoe and the other one was not on the platform. Oh no - it had slid under the tube...... And as our train pulled away, I saw the look of sadness, frustration and pure anger slide over her face.
L2 saw a similar thing last week in Clapham Junction. And as he walked away, she was getting a station man use a pole to get out her shoe as she stood on one leg....
I've replaced any of my flats that were remotely loose and now gingerly go on any moving transportation. I really don't want to lose a shoe into a mice/rat home and try and get home.
I'm coveting heels at the moment despite London being built for flats. With roads rarely kept up and an excess of cobblestoned alleys, heels don't make for practical walking. However, they make my legs look lean, I am 5'8" (the height I was supposed to be!) and they are just so beautiful, perhaps I should resign myself to falling once and a while for the sake of fashion. Or I could just have these beauts instead!
