Me and a few other mates were
Staying over night at a friend's house in a tiny village. This house was quite large and was surrounded by farm buildings, but wasn't actually a farmhouse itself. Now one of the farm buildings, some stables, were used to store lots of reclaimed architecture - doors, windows, old bricks, slate tiles and so on.

Anyway, late that night, about 1am I reckon, the door handle fell off the back door when somebody let it slam in the wind. So, my mate Steve, armed with an old screwdriver, grabbed his bike, and pedalled the 100 yards down the driveway to the stables in order to swap the door handle for a working one.

We heard a distant yelp and a clatter. And a few minutes later, he came walking back, limping with a small tear in his jeans. What had transpired was that as he got off his bike, he put on his bike light to see what he was doing. However, when he switched the light on, this must have spooked an owl because it swooped down at him, startling him and causing him to stagger backwards and fall over his bike, stabbing himself in the leg in the process.

After picking himself up, he carried on sorting out the door handle, the set off back to the house only to find he had gotten a puncture somewhere. He also managed to tread in some catshit, which was rather odd because they didn't have a cat at the house.
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