'Come out, come out wherever you are!'
This is the call being made to my lady bits this morning. They have retreated after I hit the mother of all potholes last night.
I don't know if it was the angle or depth but I had turned to check on the cars behind me, turned back and SMACK!
The car driver behind apologised profusely after hearing my gentle words floating on the breeze....
I tried to indicate that the fault was not his but was in no state to gesticulate accurately. Reg seems ok and I managed to get home but as soon as I could I got into the living room and lay down on the floor. Mr Weenie was very supportive... once he'd stopped laughing anyway. I may never let him near me again AND I was wearing padded leggings. I can't bear the thought of the damage had I been wearing unpadded.
Free and effective contraception thanks to the road authorities. Lovely.