Eating tarmac

Recovering from a spill on a straight bit of road on the bank holiday ride. Like to say it was due to circumstances beyond my control - that I was cut up by a psychotic motorist bent on seperating body from limb, but no. Got a little comfortable in my own little aerodynamic world, then BANG! Wakey wakey! Message to self. Look where you're going.
Thankfully nothing broken and the only shifters and pedals are gone on the bike.
Well, a forced break in the training plan. Nothing I can do about it until the swellings gone down. Certainly no swimming for a week which is a bummer as I need to get in some long sessions. Maybe I'll enter Tonbridge now. A great way to say 'I'm back'!