Drat

Came off my bike again this morning: was coming up to a roundabout, and a car came up behind me. Since I got knocked off by a hit-and-run driver cutting me off turning left, I've been leery of such circumstances; so I looked over my shoulder to check he wasn't indicating left, and when I looked back ahead, I was no longer running parallel to the kerb, but drifting towards it. You'd have thought I'd have known how to cycle by now. Anyhow, I skittered along against the kerb for about half a second, trying to regain control, and then my left handlebar hit a lamppost, and that was that.

I've escaped with just cuts and bruises myself, and my bike's undamaged bar a few scratches. Last time this kind of thing happened, I ended up with a massive bruise and the advice from my father not to cycle until it had gone down. This time I popped a Nurofen, applied an ice-pack, and the bruise is much smaller.

Unfortunately, I'm now sitting in a puddle of meltwater. You can't win.