When on my latest trip to Luxor, i was scalded by hot coffee, on my knee, the knee was sorted out nicely by thomsons staff, and the local hossy and pharmacy, ably supported by my mate Gamal.
Well then Gamal took it upon himself to look after me for the rest of my stay, which sounds fine dosent it.
The only problem was he insisted on helping me in and out of the car, ok, fine but it was a burnt knee not a broken leg or anything, so by day 3 i was getting a tad frustrated with him (bless).
I had repeatedly told him that i could manage fine without his help, so eventually he gave up.
On the very same day about 2 hours later in fact, he had brought us all back to our hotel from a shopping trip and didnt come round to get me out of the car, so i unbuckle the seat belt, grab up my little bit of shopping and my hand bag and out i get................. on all fours in front of the hotel, on the pavement, my shopping in front of me , my bag somewhere near my head!!!!!!
My foot had got tangled in the shopping bag and the seat belt
The folk on duty at the door rushed forward to help me up, but can you even begin to imagine how smug gamal was, now dont you just hate it when stuff like this happens
There was no further injury apart from my pride that is!!
