Ouch! Ooof! Splat!
I just fell over in the street.
You know how it goes - it looks spectacular enough to send a woman scurrying over to see if I'm ok but all I'm worried about is looking like a twat.
So of course I struggle to my feet, assure her I'm fine, and hide the bleeding palms and bruised knees.
But what I want to know is - at what point do you stop 'falling over' and start 'having a fall'?