• I've now found the worst possible place for ice, on the fine traction free white paint they use to make mini roundabouts. I might have made it if I weren't swerving to avoid a different patch of ice on the other side.

    Palm, hip, knee and elbow still technicolour briused.

    If insult needed to be added to ignominy, some annoyingly jovial person driving to work in a santa hat stopped to check I was alright and tell me to be careful on the ice. Had she not been genuinely sincere there would have been severe face smacking ahoy.

    In good news, this morning's ninja-like balancing skills have returned my cockiness to their usual levels.

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