Yesterday evening I saw a Brit lady
literally dragging her leg into the bar.
It was obviously hurting her a lot.
What happened? “We were in Delhi
for a couple of days…” (she’s managing a change program with Centrica). “… When
I went to the airport there was a hole in the floor that had been covered by
carpet.” She stood in the hole, turning
her ankle, and smacked her other knee as she fell. Quote “Now I am here I am having a bloody big
glass of wine no matter what it costs!”.
It looked a badly swollen ankle to me. The bar staff were lovely. They got her propped up with her foot raised and loads of ice packed round her ankle.
As Rory keeps saying – welcome to India!