I fell off my bike on E13th, just past Strand Books. Fuck. My elbow hurts. Potholes - four in a row, unavoidable - I swerved all over the place before finally keeling over and falling with my dress rucked up around my waist. My purple lace knickers must have been quite a sight to the six (very) cute construction workers who rushed over to rescue me. Don't tell my mother.