Thursday, 4 March 2010

When potholes go bad

'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 h
ad 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.

1 comment:

  1. Ouch. I wonder if you can get some sort of comfy seat...that's somehow softer and more padded...hmm...comfort...