The One With The Kid In The Road...

I just had such a realistic dream that I, honestly, don't think I can remember having a more realistic one. Ever.

I was bombing back from the vet school on Storey's Way, doing as I usually do, thirty miles an hour, cursing my new tyres for being so slow, while simultaneously loving their ruggedity. Anyhow, I was down on my aero-bars, by which I mean these not these, and there suddenly appeared a small child in the middle of the road.

I swerved, slipped on the front wheel and woke up just as my right shoulder shattered against the kerb. With one hell of a jolt. So much so that I woke up my dog.