So, Pa Pajamas is in hospital. He came off his bike going downhill at some considerable speed and landed directly on his head in such a way that he broke clean through his helmet. He lay in the street for a while before some old blokes found him and called an ambulance.
We were worried for a bit, but it seems like he’s mostly just concussed and bruised all over and confused and upset to find himself naked and surrounded by strangers. He’s mashed up all to hell, but nothing life threatening.
Meanwhile, the middle aged mafia is so strong in my suburb that by the time Ma Pajamas got home from the hospital two of her friends had emailed her to say that they’d written complaints to the council about the dangerous corner that he’d hit.