Out mountain biking I have managed to plant my head on the ground followed rapidly by the rest of me and the bike. I prised my glasses out of a fresh new groove across the bridge of my nose and the kids stood around giving me status updates while the stars cleared from my eyes:
"Dad, there's blood coming from your nose" says Jacob
"...and a cut by your eye" added Sophia
"...and on your cheek" chips in Jacob again
"Now bloods coming from the top of your nose" (both, excitedly)
Thanks for that.
No, I won't post a photo.
On the upside, the bike was fine.