Naughty me, I hardly ever wear a helmet when I cycle to work. And by “hardly ever”, I really mean… er… never.
But I started to feel that, as an adored mother of two (I like to think I’m adored…), this was quite irresponsible of me.
And so today, for the first time, I renounced the prospect of OK-looking hair and donned an unattractive helmet.
And today, for the first time, I fell off my bike.
What can this mean?
Was my ‘fall” pre-ordained, and some kind of instinctual premonition / guardian angel made me wear a helmet?
Or, did the fact I was wearing a helmet make me more foolhardy and less attentive, so less likely to fall?
Or, is it just a coincidence?
Ooh, tricky.
The philosophical debate is open.
3 comments:
Well if you put it on the second day and you fall again, I would advice to keep the helmet safe in the closet.
Did you hurt yourself? Who's responsible?
Pascal
What happened? You ok? Would you have been more hurt without a helmet? Any boys on the back? obviously all these answers are required for a full evidence-based theory. Most importantly, hope you are ok! xx
Thank you for the outpouring of concern ;-)
Don't worry, only my thigh is a little bruised, there were no boys on the back, and the only parties involved were 1/ Me & 2/An invisible patch of ice.
Ingrid, I expect a full 50-page researched report on my desk within a week ;-)
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