I'm currently limping like a good'un after coming off my cycle. It all happened when I was cycling back home after a futile visit to what is laughably called the Jobcentre. I think my front wheel hit a raised drain cover, because the next thing I know my front wheel has kicked to one side, caught the high kerb and I'm pitched off the bike with the bike following me. I landed badly on my right knee and gashed it open like a ripe melon. The nurse who treated me had a proper old-school, no-nonsense approach to patching me up, she didn't bother with anesthetic when putting 3 stitches in my knee as she said that by the time she stuck the needle in me and the numbing agent had taken effect she would have finished stitching me up. She was also pleased that I had come in with a 'proper' injury rather than "the usual coughs, colds and rubbish you could put a plaster on at home" (her exact words).
Isn't life a bowl of cherries??
