Can't Say Strawberry

I swear, the past few days have been CLUMSY CENTRAL.

In no particular order:

• 1. As I was leaving Beef for her Mitfahrgelegenheit to Mannheim, I turned around to tell her to send me a text when she got there and SMACK. Right into a pole in front of the Hauptbahnof.

2. Going to pick up Vic from said Hauptbahnhof, got on an U-Bahn, completely forgot to get off because I was daydreaming. No problem… except the damn U-Bahn terminated at the HBF… so there I was, the only person on the train, having to wait until it went back. How embarassing!

3. The piece de resistance with photographic evidence :

I wish I could tell you that I did it while fighting off 500 ninjas and that this was the only scratch left on me, but oh no. At the Studienkompaktkurz in Duesseldorf, we were sat having a bit of hot chocolate. Ciaran made a funny face, so I was pissing myself, bent over to get my camera from my bag and BANG! Somehow, the corner of the table was a lot closer than anticipated… I’m such an idiot

I will update with non Lenbeingstupid material at some point I think, but you get to see my wonderful black eye for now… thankfully it’s easily covered with eyeshadow which will come in handy when I’m at the ballet tomorrow with my Betreuungslehrerin… I don’t want to have to explain how I did it auf Deutsch