shin

I went the pub on Friday night to see a friend who has recently had a baby. It was good to see her again and she seems to be enjoying life as a mother. 48 hours of labour does not sound fun though. It makes you wince just thinking about it... We had a bit of food and a few drinks and a good time was had by all. I caught the tube back and was almost at my front door when i got a text. I continued walking, got my phone out and started replying to the text. My flat mate's car is parked down below our flat. (Parked is not quite the right word. Abandoned is closer to it. It has sat there for months with a leaking fuel line and 4 flat tires and is unlikely to be getting used any time soon. We have had a scrap metal dealer knocking on our door asking if we wanted to sell the car for scrap it is in such a shonky looking state.) Anyway, there is another parking space next to his car which is normally empty and you can walk up to our staircase through the empty space. I was texting and clearly not paying attention because as I walked in to the space I really whacked my shin against the bumper of the car that was parked there.