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Sunday, 3 April 2011
I injured myself yesterday.
Having discovered my lack of coordination and absolute aversion to having the capability of riding a bike, I foolishly agreed to go cycling with my dad. Who is a cycling deamon I might add and is participating in Tour De France. I fell head over heels, literally, down a dirt track in Richmond Park. Only to dicover later that as well as bruising my legs, ribs, arms and shoulder, I also seriously grazed me hands and FACE.
Although it is surface, I still want my face to heal asap and feel (and look) like Quasimodo.
However, I remembered two wise tales: my grandad told me that wounds always heal better with moisture. And the recipe for Lanolips was used to help heal wounds in hospitals. Lanolips + my wounds = greasy (but healing) face.