It was short it was sweet sheet.
Less than 100 metres from my front door is a roundabout. I can turn left. I can turn right. Last night, overnight, my how well I slept, the road to the right was closed for very noisy resurfacing. I decided to go right to take a look.
Car joined the roundabout from the road on the left whilst I was on the roundabout and tried to undertake me whilst I am in primary aiming for the middle of the right turn exit. My positioning must have been at fault, too close to the roundabout I reckon, inviting the barge through.
Bang goes my hand on the car roof. Some sort of Citroen thingy. Guess I clipped the door with a pedal or handlebar made contact as down I went. Mumbled apology from driver. Car behind blasts horn. Citroen moves slowly off. Following car drives slowly around me and bike, as does the next and the next by which time the Citroen is long gone.
Decide it is not my day to ride. Walk home. Get changed. Get train. Every cloud... Got pished at lunchtime on someone's expenses. Riding in tomorrow mind. But I'll turn left.