It was one of those moments where I knew it was bad and I had to ask David and Nick to roll back the bike so I could get it out. Apparently there is a tendon running up the middle that pretty clearly got severed if you look at it now, 5 weeks on.
Though I might be able to fool myself on certain days that I am not that old, when it comes to healing, I clearly ain't going to rise from the dead with any alacrity. Overall, not bad it being my worst scar in 52 years. Guess I have been lucky so far. So who do I thank for that? Little Lei Lei has not made it quite so far. One week after leaving I received this photo. BEAN! Why did this have to happen??!!!
For the love of God Montresor! Yes, I said, for the love of God.