Played hockey on Sat and managed to get totally beaten up – big fat bruise on left forearm (right on the muscle, that was a good effort by the girl concerned), sore foot (yes, kicking the ball endlessly again but still in meeting – will call soon as can x not managing to stop the op from scoring) and the piece de resistance – have buggered my ribs again.
Managed to drop my shoulder into the first two (slim, young, bastard) players that ran past me (that does keep happening these days, sigh..) but the third fecker did it back to me – one angular shoulder into my right rib cage – OW. At least we 'only' lost 0-6 this weekend – practically a win by our appalling standards. Pretty please can we go lick our wounds in the league below this one soon??
Anyway – things picked up when we nipped down to J&R's cottage that evening, where they produced a mighty fine Lamby roast – our favourite. And I got the shoulder bone to chew on – major bonus – my cave-girl tendencies deliciously sated. Then went walkies on Sun morning round the vineyard, a forest of bamboo and its environs, much to Scrumpy's enormous delight (cue her disappearing furry backside, bottom left), before a cracking pub lunch. Now that's what weekend are all about..
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