I hope you're sitting comfortably, this may take a while.
Spent the weekend working on the shop floor of a wonderful department store called salads. The summer weather was in full swing outside as the the hail fell down. Leaving work I borrowed the boss's umbrella.......I am afraid the umbrella's handle did not live to read the rest of my story. Lesson one, never a lender or a borrower be.
Monday lunch, I mounted my Specialized pal and pedaled to HSK. Found the exact model of the late model that had met his fate the previous Sat.
This is where the story turns....please play apropiate thunder sound effects and piano pieces in minor now.
A bear jumped out of Hyde Park, snatched me off my bike whilst a pigeon flew away with my umbre.....ok ok that's not the story...
The umbrella was swinging on my handlebars, the sun was warming my face and victory songs were playing out in my head, this was a success story....the umbrella got caught on the pavement, only through a slight imbalance of the bike causing the umbrella to not be its perfect 5mm away from the street. The bike made a dramatic halt, I flew over the front of the handlebars, there was nothing I could have done. I immediately tried to stand, my foot was caught, bewilderment took over. A nice lady came out of her taxi, concerned and worried she helped me to my feet. She lent me her tissue to mop up the streaming blood that was apparently coming from my head. Now who said the london population are not friendly...oh wait she was Dutch.
To my horror....I looked down and the new umbrella was broken. Strike 2.
Cycled back to work and spent a good half of the afternoon meekishly wearing an ice pack.
Went back that evening to replace umbrella 2 only to find out they had sold out of black ones....
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