The shock of it is bad enough, the abrupt halt of conversation as the phone is snatched away, the smack round the head as the cyclist goes past. But the worst thing, even apart from the ten horrible minutes with a helpful stranger trying to find my glasses, even apart from my flatmates telling me who to phone, or telling my mum, or walking home sans commication sans information, the worst thing is not being able to see.
The shock of it is bad enough, the abrupt halt of conversation as the phone is snatched away, the smack round the head as the cyclist goes past. But the worst thing, even apart from the ten horrible minutes with a helpful stranger trying to find my glasses, even apart from my flatmates telling me who to phone, or telling my mum, or walking home sans commication sans information, the worst thing is not being able to see.