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julietOn my way home on my bike tonight, intending to drop past the allotment for a bit, cycling happily along Birdcage Walk. Whereupon suddenly my saddle vanished from under me, & I fought hard to stay upright long enough to brake, & also to fall to the left (onto dirt, albeit stony) rather than road (hard, also higher likelihood of getting squished). Was successful, but ploughed into said dirt pretty hard. Now in possession of exciting array of grazes & a wrist which I think may need to go to Casualty. Am typing one-handed.
It transpired that the thing on the top of the seat-post that holds the saddle on had sheared off. Exciting. As one of the nice cyclists who stopped to assist me said, cycling in London you worry about getting hit by something, but not about your bike falling apart under you. A police dog van (explosive sniffer dogs!) also stopped, & produced their first-aid kit so I could mop up a bit - they were v helpful & worried about whether I'd get home OK. One of the cyclists pointed me at Action Bikes nr St James' (& hurrah for them, who sorted me out on the spot with a new seat-post, & twisted my front wheel back where it belonged, & didn't charge for labour), & the other one told me she was a physio, & to watch the wrist & think about taking it to Casualty. It's got worse since then, so I will eat dinner & then probably go there.
Anyway. Boo. May not be at pub, unless A&E have become *really* efficient, but the rest of you shd go anyway.
Ben has brought me WINE & Pete is cooking dinner. Lovely boyfriends!
It transpired that the thing on the top of the seat-post that holds the saddle on had sheared off. Exciting. As one of the nice cyclists who stopped to assist me said, cycling in London you worry about getting hit by something, but not about your bike falling apart under you. A police dog van (explosive sniffer dogs!) also stopped, & produced their first-aid kit so I could mop up a bit - they were v helpful & worried about whether I'd get home OK. One of the cyclists pointed me at Action Bikes nr St James' (& hurrah for them, who sorted me out on the spot with a new seat-post, & twisted my front wheel back where it belonged, & didn't charge for labour), & the other one told me she was a physio, & to watch the wrist & think about taking it to Casualty. It's got worse since then, so I will eat dinner & then probably go there.
Anyway. Boo. May not be at pub, unless A&E have become *really* efficient, but the rest of you shd go anyway.
Ben has brought me WINE & Pete is cooking dinner. Lovely boyfriends!
