In a spectacular display of malcoordination, I tripped over my own feet while running to work on Monday morning, landing badly and splitting my knee open at the site of an old bike injury.
A quick trip to A&E later (I love the NHS!!) and I am the proud owner of 6 stitches, and a very sore leg.
Here’s the offending limb in its swaddling:
Look away now if you’re squeamish – here’s the stitching (many thanks to Dr Beatrice Dyer at Homerton Hospital for the needlework and excellent care):