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Ouch and ouch!

An eventful (and beautifully sunny) morning.

I'm working in Brighton today, rather than Burgess Hill. Nice, because I got to leave an hour later than normal. Nasty because I'm not in my normal office, so I don't know anyone or where anything is! Still, have a desk, have had a wander at lunchtime and seen the sea, so it's not all bad.

I was, however, hit by a car on my way in. I cycled, had just turned up Edward Street and started climbing a hill (so was going quite slowly), went past the end of a road with a car turning out of it. He'd stopped, was checking the road, and pulled out into me. It was nice and sunny, I was wearing a big purple sweater, quite visible especially since I was right between his headlights when he hit me. Fortunately because he was just starting up and I was going slowly, I anticipated and leant into the car so he just pushed me upright across the road. I didn't fall off. He also pulled over and checked I was ok, and 3 separate pedestrians stopped, checked I was ok and offered to witness for me. One has written it all down and given me his phone number just in case. I'm fine, was a little shaken and have since stiffened up a little bit down my left side. Nothing too noticeable, and should wear off by tomorrow from the way it feels. But that's the first time I've ever been hit. At least I got to shout at the driver a bit to vent my feelings.

Fortunately I was really close to work at that point, so I walked up the road (after checking the bike for damage of course!).

Also, the gas man came back to try to sort out which of our three gas appliances have caused the leak. There was a sliding scale of potential outcomes from this:

  1. It was the boiler causing the leak. Potential refit costs around £2000. No heating until fixed.
  2. It was the hob causing the leak. Potential refit costs around £250. May mean use of camping stove for a while.
  3. It wasn't the appliances at all, it was the iron pipes set in concrete in the floor of the house that had corroded and were leaking. Potential refit costs that I don't even want to think about and too hideous for words inconvenience-wise.

Paticularly pleasing, it has proven to be option 2. Hooray! We can turn the heating back on! Oh happy, warmer day! Of course, it's taken £100 to nail it down to the hob... Still, financially and hassle-wise, by far and away the best result.

Now, all I have to do is get home without incident. Please?

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