I know you don’t care, but I find my wounds fascinating, so herewith an update.

Face: healing. It must be, because just now when I went to buy the bread and the papers, the bakery guy said ‘gee that’s an interesting bag…I haven’t seen you bring that one before…where did you get it’ and then said ‘so what’re you doing today’ and didn’t even look like he needed to ask about my face.

Knees…you should see the bruises. Huge. Gi-normous.

Teeth: watching brief.

Wrist: stiff.Beautiful black pants, bought for my Melbourne appearance: less special than they were.

Ego: still shattered, but am able to laugh about it a little.

Confidence in own athletic abilities (already marginal): further diminished.

Likelihood of returning to scootering: nil.

Fussing about children and possible injury: excessive.