One of the reasons for my knife sharpen activities is to still take part in life’s activities now that I am retired.
Today was a typical reason why.
Visiting one of my customers that I had not seen for a while he was limping and had a cage structure around his right lower leg, the type used when the bone is damaged and needs to be kept in alignment.
Enquiring on what happened, some basic details were revealed, he was touring in Spain on his Kawasaki motor bike.
At the time he was on a mountain road the type that was not made up of Tarmac but a rough surface.
Riding steadily the road surface gave way, he was near the edge of a cliffs, yes he lost control and went down the mountain.
Details were a bit vague, but he thanked adrenaline, if it was not for that he would not have got back up onto the road level.
Somehow he got to a Spanish hospital, they mentioned amputating his leg.
He was not having any of this.
They made his leg safe for the journey back home via a special flight to Cardiff and on to Bristol where he arrived at A&E.
Rather surprised they performed an operation to repair this serious injury to his lower leg.
He now has a large part of his right shoulder on his right shin area.
Rather a grotesque lump and swelling..
The shoulder revealed a large indentation and a scar
that was remarkably clean and had healed well.
The operation showed what remarkable skills were performed to get this man, he did not reveal the bone injuries to his leg, but I wish him well.
Continuing my day I called upon a large private school in Bristol.
Proceeded to sharpen their kitchen knives by previous appointment.
I was left in the kitchen on my own.
A kitchen porter appeared, and we engaged a chit chat about nothing of importance.
He moaned about the recent “Tour of Britain” cycle race, how it had delayed his journey home by sheer numbers blocking the roads in and around Cumberland Basin.
He lives in Hartcliffe part of Bristol and cycles to work each day.
His journey is entirely via the cycle track except for a short stint on the main road where there is provision for cycles.
One day returning home on his bike he was confronted by a mugger.
The mugger was surprised when the situation was reversed.
He (the mugger) did not realise his victim was a Kick Boxer.
The assailant was quickly now the victim and was robbed of £50.00 despite saying he was ill and needed the money to pay for his drugs.
The kitchen porter continued his journey a satisfied man.
It also made my day more interesting than sat in front of the telly watching “Loose Women”
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