road rash...

so Bill came off his pushbike today. and worryingly, it was the day he finally got around to clicking this link in the email I sent him on monday

http://www.livejournal.com/users/calnhobbes/162828.html

and he came in the door an hour and 10 minutes after he said he was leaving the office, and a full half hour after i'd gone from worry to shouting at the kids because I was starting to panic. and 10 minutes or so before I'd be asking myself permission to phone casualty.

of course I stopped worrying about him as soon as I saw him, so was standing there tapping my watch saying "what time do you call this, I was worried sick about you, thinking you'd" well, he finished my sentence for me with "I came off my bike"

at cameron toll. so I started to worry all over again. right in front of a bus as well, but luckily it went into the other lane. and he's fine. well, he's bruised and has a touch of road rash. but he's ok.

but he's gone and damamged a brand new pair of jeans. which he bought because he didn't have any without holes in them.. I despair.