Don’t you love it when you ride you way precariously through rush hour traffic on a vespa scooter (the equivelant of a dingy vs the titanic) and reach your home safely only to fall over walking up the garden path in front of your house?
Now my helmet has a scratch on it which isn’t from a dangerous motorcyle accident but from when it flew out of my hands while I tripped avoiding a spider web. All Pauline heard was me yelling “shiiiit” and the helmet scratching along the ground. My knee is scraped and arm has a bump too.
3 thoughts on “Crash!”
I can’t believe that I am going to miss out on giving you a slagging about this one… you must have been beelin (look it up).
I think at the end of this year you have to blog “memorable crashes”. Haha.
And I finally got around to putting a link to your blog on mine. Hehe.
According to the Understanding Rats and Traitors website (i.e. The scottish vernacular dictionary) Beelin has two meanings. One is a boil or a very angry plook! and the other is just boiling angry.
I didn’t feel angry, I felt more like a dafty laying on my back with leaves down my pants and dirt up my arm.