Five years ago I injured my head and face badly. It was a Monday morning in September and I was getting off my bike with the mixture of energy and anticipation that makes me love being a headteacher.
As I wheeled my bike to lock it up, I stumbled over a piece of wood and fell headlong on to the corner of a metal skip, flinching to turn my head fast enough to avoid losing an eye but sustaining a deep cut running from below my right eyebrow to the top of my head.
There was a lot of blood. I remembered my paediatric first aid training and held my bike gloves and jacket firmly over the bleeding whilst my deputy phoned for an ambulance.
Read on in the Times Educational Supplement.