Still pretty mild here in NE Scotland - no sign of snow here in Banchory yet and the usual autumn winter winds haven't been very prevalent - in fact, the number of times I've been out cycling and it's been absolutely still is amazing. That didn't stop me from having a little tumble last week, however. I was coming back along the Deeside Way from Caldwell and Dempster where Jo's car was getting fixed and there were a number of walkers on the pathway so I swerved on to the grass and passed them. However, the path itself has wooden edges/kerbs and as I rejoined it, my back wheel didn't quite manage to cross it and the bike threw me off - like a bucking bronco. Ouch!
A few of the walkers came over to check that I was OK and I assured them I was. A few nasty bumps and bruises but nothing broken or bleeding, thank goodness. When you're on anti-coagulants, it can take a while for any bleeding to stop.
This little incident came just a few days after I had cracked the same leg (on the knee) with my racket, so it's looking a bit bumpy and black and blue now. I had, however, managed to safely negotiate my second game of racketball just before falling off my bike.
Continuing the medical theme, I've got an appointment at the Doctor's next Tuesday to have a look at an old mole that lost its top recently and has been spontaneously bleeding occasionally so I'd just like it checked out.
Luca's been in the wars too - he had an accident at kick-boxing the other day and appears to have possibly cracked a bone in his big toe - it's certainly swollen and black and blue, but he's getting around OK, although he's been signed off from school for a couple of days, so we've been over at Inverurie all day today (Tuesday).
Meanwhile, over in Oregon, Lucy has finally succumbed to the ageing process and had to get herself some glasses:
