Tangled

Early one morning the sun was shining...

Some eight miles in to the journey, I tripped over something and landed heavily, as ever, on my knee.

A passing motorist stopped and ferried me to the hospital, commenting that 'it looks really bad...' as I stared at my exposed kneecap.

Cheers, man, you really did me a favour. I'll pop down to the Blackburn Arms pub one day, with him being the owner, and reciprocate. A true gent.

Ten stitches, crutches and significant time off running will give me time to play guitar.