I am a clumsy soul.
Today, I walked out of a shop carrying my groceries and fell flat on my face.
A lovely old man came running over and picked me up. I thanked him profusely but actually felt stupidly upset because he kind of scooped me up and sort of held me even after I'd got onto my feet.
Ever since early childhood, I've hated being touched by old men. I don't even like my dad touching