I’m liking the sun. However, I have been unable to reveal any part of my body since I am covered in wounds. My legs look like I have some kind of disease and my arms look like I have been slowly suffering the death of a thousand knives. My hands are dry and my nails are broken. Such is the life of a peasant.
I try and keep my legs protected when digging, mowing, chopping etc – but nothing protects me from jumping dogs.
And nothing protects me from my own clumsy self.
Today, I rode into La Rochefoucauld, since it was sunny and I’m trying to conserve petrol. I just about managed it, sprained ankle and all. But going down the road in front of the bank, the road is narrow, there is a lot of super-fast traffic and I got myself a bit trapped in a gutter. Not only that, but I braked too hard in front of the post office – got more grip than I thought and nearly went over the handlebars. To stop myself having a complete disaster, I fell sideways into the road. Bah.
English people are soooo uncool.
Luckily, only my pride was injured – and I don’t have much by way of pride.
A couple of people ran over to my aid, but I wasn’t hurt. I just picked up a couple more scrapes to add to my collection. At this rate, my legs will be tanned long before they are scar-free. If they are ever scar-free!