Ironic in that it wasn't on a bad piece of road, caused by a pothole or anything like that, nor by a bit of poor driving, cycling or walking...
Heading down to join the Innocent in Bingham as I do every morning, going round the roundabout (the correct way - I do see a lot of people cut it off, seems pointless to me) the front wheel suddenly slides on a shiny bit of tar used to line a repaired bit of road. I actually think I might juuuuuust have saved this, but I'll never know as I then whalloped the roadworks sign which was lying face down in the road just after the repair.
One skinned knee, slightly skinned shin, and pulling my left arm in so as not to break it (I've learned from my Cycle Speedway days of shattered elbows) the left side of my chest has taken a thump (I can now genuinely say "It only hurts when I laugh", although it also hurts when I reach for something, cough, move...).
Pah.
Anyway, chicks dig scars.
It's a lot bluer and a lot bloodier in real life!