Poor, poor Judo.
On Saturday he was riding his bike up to meet me for tea and a film, and some complete idiot opened the passenger side door of the car she was riding in as it was paused in traffic in a no-stopping zone. She opened the door right in front of him.
On the bright side: miraculously, Judo did not hit his head or anything more awful.
On the not-bright side: after a cup of tea and a cupcake, it became apparent that he had to go to A&E.
Also on the bright side: thanks to the NHS, he was in an out of A&E within 40 minutes and he never had to pause to make sure that his insurance would cover it (hear that, Americans? That’s extremely cool).
Also on the not-bright side: arm in plaster for six weeks. ‘Nightmare!’ said Judo, when he heard that.
‘No, it isn’t,’ said the pleasingly acerbic nurse who was looking after him. ‘I mean, well, it is for you. Not for us.’
Judo, bless his heart, laughed.
Universal healthcare is awesome.
