On my way back from a 7am gym class I
get knocked off my bicycle by a car. I’m ok, if a little bruised and shaken
with bleeding knees. But my first thought as I headed towards the tarmac was for
my boobs, closely followed by my head and teeth. The thought of undoing all
that surgery and having to start again is not appealing – I decide there and
then to change our ski holiday for something more sedate, for this year at
least.
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