You remember the bike saga? The one where I nicely told my dear husband that if he did not use his expensive toy that I would gladly shove it where the sun don’t shine? Well he’s held up his side of the bargain – he’s been using the bike quite nicely. In fact he’s even met a mate of his a few weekends to go for a proper mountain bike ride at a venue close by our house. On Sunday the poor boy came acroppa!
He fell off the bike and he is now the proud owner of a nice roastie on his arm, a nice bruise on his leg but the piece da resistance is a hell of a bruise on his butt. It looks pretty nasty! I never thought I would post a picture of my husband’s butt on this here humble blog – but crikey chaps! It is N A S T Y!
Check it out!