Badly bruised, strained shoulder, no bones broken. mild concussion.
Cold, solid tarmac is very hard at 10 mph.
I hope the fox has a headache.
But then, I suppose there is no convenient time and place to have a puncture except, perhaps, in your nice warm shed equipped with a bicycle repair stand and all your tools.
Just in case it is not apparent, the white stuff on the lane is frozen snow charmingly spread on a layer of ice, punctuated by solid ice puddles and gaily decorated with random stretches of black ice.
Roll on Summer!
I bought a new alarm clock to replace my current clock which was almost apologetic in its function and really did not want to awaken me. It made an electronic beep which could easily have been a chaffinch chirping about one hundred yards distant.
So I purchased a clock with a proper bell on it. In keeping with the functioning of the old clock, the delivery person deposited the box in my front porch and then stole away without signalling his delivery. I suppose he was also unwilling to awaken me.
Or was he embarrased by the size of the box that Ikea had used?
Continuing the series of passport portraits in my collection.
Peruse and wonder.
It is now 1916 and the Serbian army has been beaten, allowing the Central Powers to open up their desired supply line through Serbia and Montenegro to their allies in the Ottoman Empire. It is at this point that Nicola Simitchi, who is living in the town of Gap in southern France, changes his dinars into francs in Marseille and buys a ticket on a ship which takes him to Rome in June.
An understated end to the old year in Tenterden High Street.
Calm and deserted.
Perhaps it is trying to slip away unnoticed.
I did not hear the usual midnight bells on St. Mildred's Church welcoming the new year.
Let's all hope that 2021 decides to improve as it becomes older.
It has plenty of scope.