Bash

It's been a while, but tonight Iesty decided to carry on testing the strength of his head as he came flying off his bike. With two little scars already adorning each side of his head from our previous trips to casualty he picked a fight with the tarmac this time. Thankfully no professional medical attention was needed this time and a quickly drawn bash plaster seemed to ease the tears with speed.

Hopefully I may now be starting to win the continued battle about the merits of always wearing a helmet when flying around the cul-de-sac!