Well. This will be a slow enty and probably not very long because typing with one hand is slow.
John pretty much said what happened. heading to ~Richmond, bloke swerved and cut us up and headed off. I don't know if it was planned or what. could have just been bad riding, really. No idea.
Anyway, I don't know what i did I think I sort of rtied to reach and grab John, but just ended up landing on my hand on the kerb and bending my fingers up or something. And John's now massaging my bruises with ice cubes
My bike's in the garage, getting fixed and checked. I've got my spare helmet...and actually need to ask John if his is all right (I'd suggest not, actually.) I know I cracked mine on the same kerb.
we werent going very fast, but even not fast is fast enough when you hit the road.
Last night was nice. Mrs N seems like she'll cope with Sherlock, and he's warmed to her a bit.
And it's about a year since I moved in with John and the boys. So we should celebrate and have a date...when I don't need John to cut up my food for me... and after he's let me buy him a new suit..
Nice shirt, Danger? To go with a lovely suit?