It wasn’t a little slip. I fell from the fourth stair down to the bottom. I managed to stay marginally composed by grabbing the railing as I fell, and my laptop bag (and laptop) broke my fall a little so I didn’t get a sore bottom, but I still fell on my ass in front of a bunch of people getting off the ferry from Dublin. I couldn’t get up, I layed on the floor laughing, whilst Brooke, the good friend that she is, tried not to fall down the stairs from laughing too much.

All up, good day.