Thanks for the hugs. It was my own daft fault really - there was a bag of laundry in the alley outside the back of a restaurant and I was passing with a box and miscalculated how far the bag was sticking out and caught my foot on it. I do seem to fall over once or twice a year, sometimes just stepping off the kerb.
Carrying a box makes it harder to save oneself.
When I rolled up my trousers to look at the bruises at lunchtime, my boss suggested another colleague got a photo.
For Twitter.
My knee has been twatted.
Should have waited, it'll be a much more impressive picture tomorrow...
But anyway, ouch.