Okay, so we went to a stag party on Friday night. People were totally shit-faced. So C and I were sitting on the side of the balcony. One of the shitfaced masses fell into my stool knocking me forward into the table. The table which was metal came down until it stopped on the metal railing of the balcony. Our ears were spared the horrendous noise of metal on metal by C's arm. There was however a very loud snap of bone on metal. There is nothing quite like being slightly more than slightly drunk in the emergency waiting room. Anyway, today C has to go to get on his hard cast.
Thankfully the story ends that no one else was hurt. Except for Ali. It was Sunday morning she whined at me that she broke a nail. So every time C complains about his wrist I just tell him to think of poor Ali's manicure.
Thankfully the story ends that no one else was hurt. Except for Ali. It was Sunday morning she whined at me that she broke a nail. So every time C complains about his wrist I just tell him to think of poor Ali's manicure.






