It's null-time

My phone line isn't working. I went to the faults website to check on progress:

You scheduled an appointment for: - null . An engineer arrived at the agreed time, however we were not able to gain access to your premises. Would you like to reschedule your appointment?

I wasn't at home at null o'clock, but it seems an engineer didn't turn up either; no card through the letterbox. Oh, of course, they put a null card through the letterbox...

Protect valuable assets

It was a T-shirt day. What better on a T-shirt day than to wear a T-shirt, and shorts, and cycle to work in the unusual London sunshine? I whizzed past cars. I felt great. What's he indicating for? Oh shit.
I found myself lying on the road, a few feet away from the Mercedes that had suddenly blocked my path. I looked for my bike; it was some way behind.
The driver was apologetic. He noticed my arm was bleeding. I said I was fine. I figured out I must have landed on my head. The bike was fine apart from a crushed saddle. I cycled off, bought bandages from Boots, and got to the office a little late.




Now everything is repaired and my arm and shoulder are healing well. I'm left amazed and relieved that my head is uninjured after a hefty collision with the tarmac of Southwark Street.
So, thanks to the cycle helmet people - mine did the job, and I've bought a new one exactly the same.