Emily hasn't suspected a thing.
I have managed to get out of this work thing and am sat around again.
It was quite simple really. Join a local rugby club. Train a little, and show up for a local 10-a-side tournament. Attempt to force your way through too many of the opposition, at the end of game 2. Get concussion and break your scaphoid, temporarily forgetting you have actually played rugby on this fine 25C saturday (hard pitch).
So, after regaining a little of my senses (what little there was), it was decreed I should not play the final because of the fuzzy warm feeling and forgetfullness. The boys did do a good job fortunately, and MSP Internationals won the tournament. The sprained wrist turned out to include a broken bone, possibly requiring a screw (the wrist), and not requiring any shovelling, weeding or pruning. So for at least 8 weeks, I am supposedly giving up on sport, guitar, biking and having an outdoors job. Ouch. Suggestions on a postcard (or the comments below).
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Blimey - That looks far from ideal. I've just got back from that there Berlin. Very Noice.
ReplyDeleteHope you're not too cheesed about the gardening setback, and that Emily is managing to keep you in the manner to which you've become accustomed.
We need to have a natter on Skype - Howabout emailing me some times when it's good to talk (as Bob Hoskins once said).
Meantime, bone-healing vibes from Me and Imogen.
Put a Donk on it.