Being a Saturday, Ian was supposed to be at home so I'd planned a family day:-
1) Make a Gingerbread House with the boys
2) Watch a Christmas Movie or two
3) Walk in the park for some great photo opportunities
4) Family dinner round the table
5) Midnight Carol Service at church
It all started going wrong when Ian announced a few days before that he would have to go into work during the morning - not a happy bunny, but he couldn't leave one guy on his own to take in all the deliveries for the hotel. There go numbers 2 & 3.
The decorating had not gone as well as we'd hoped, so the dining room table is still in the garage - there goes number 4.
It got to around 3pm and I was getting .... shall we say a little impatient as Ian was still not home. So, I gave him a ring at work .... thankfully, there was no answer so at least he was on his way. So, I try the mobile, and after only a couple of rings he answers. The conversation went something like this:-
Me: Hiya, just wondering where you are?
Ian: In Crayford.
Me: Great - you won't be long so we'll wait to decorate the gingerbread house. Have you stopped for anything, or just to answer the phone?
Ian: Well, you could say I've stopped, yes.
Me: {{pause}} Oookkk - what does that mean?
Ian: I've come off the bike!
Me: What do you mean, you've come off the bike? Are you ok?
Ian: Sort of - I'll be home in a few minutes.
As you can imagine, as soon as the bike pulled onto the drive I had the door open to see if he was OK. The look on his face as he got off the bike said it all - Ian doesn't really do 'hurt' but you could see the pain in his eyes.
So, after a quick phone call to Dad, the boys were whisked away and we were in the car on the way to A&E.
What happened??? He was driving up the hill behind a Fiesta van, about 1/2 mile from home when the car in front of said van decided to brake suddenly and turn right without warning. Said van slams on his brakes and Ian, thinking to himself 'that van's getting a bit close' brakes as well. The front wheel locks up, slides out and Ian is heading for the floor - at this point he decides that the best thing would be for him to GET OFF the bike, which he does and the bike slides on it's side for another 4 or 5 feet into the back of the van. THANKFULLY nothing was behind him, otherwise it could have been a lot worse!
The guy in the car has now disappeared round the back of the shops, never to be seen again! The guy in the van gets out, helps Ian pick up the bike (which being the good biker that he is, Ian has already crawled up the road to turn off the engine), and then looks at Ian as if he has lost his marbles while he calmly answers the phone to me and tells me that he's come off the bike lol. After deciding between them that it's not worth involving insurance companies, Ian then proceeded to ride the bike (albeit with a broken headlamp which surprisingly still worked - well, it is an ex-Police BMW) home.
The upshot of our 2 hour visit to A&E was that he has chipped a bone by the knuckle of his left pinkie, for which he has to wear strapping until he sees the Orthopods at the fracture clinic on the 4th Jan, has grazed his left knee, bruised his shoulder where it hit the floor ... and then the nurse added to his pain by sticking a flipping great tetanus injection into his left butt cheek! But he was an absolute trooper and didn't cry once lol.
So .... after all that excitement we were both knackered, and there go numbers 1 & 5!
But on a more serious note, I'm just thankful that he was being watched over, and that he made it home safely .... albeit a little battered and bruised!
