Fractured French

Attention!
Nous sommes blessés
Nous avons du pain, dans mon bagage à main
Ma baguette est cassée!*

Having neatly stowed my french bread in mes panniers I immediately forgot it was there and swung my leg over the back of my bike.  Crunch.  If I'd known this would happen, I'd have just pre-broken it and stuffed it in my shopping bag instead.

Still, it was quite a nice evening for a bike ride.  After work I decided to install the other spike tyre on the back wheel and I was quite glad I did: the railway path was icy enough in places that it was hard to walk on; with normal bike tyres I would have probably slid and fallen off.

* To the tune of Bill Bailey's sketch about sirens.