So there I was on Friday night walking with clients after finishing a tapas tour and suddenly – whump! – I was face down on the pavement. I had tripped over a small curb (which shouldn’t have been there!) and my palms and my right knee took the brunt of the fall. After taking a moment to check pain levels it seemed like nothing was too seriously damaged and so I gingerly got up. I could walk okay but the area just below my knee was very badly bruised.

Next day I took it easy and by yesterday I barely noticed my knee at all during my day trip to Sanlúcar de Barrameda (more on that mañana). Then today I went to the gym and all was fine until I went to do a bit of stretching on the mat. Without thinking I got down on hands and… knees! … and YIKES!! Now my poor knee is more hurty than ever.

Anyhow, the thing that stuck in my mind after the fall was how embarrassed I felt. I mean, it was clearly an accident, nothing that was my fault or anything to feel embarrassed about. But it seems this is a common reaction to falling down. I wonder why.