Well, look at me leg all casted up, la.There I was smashing a shuttlecockle across the netting and leaping like a right nutter to do it, and next thing I'm sprawled on the deck like I'd been on the business end of a Kirkby Kiss.
Six weeks out of action - no wairk, no tarting up the new abode, no getting off the settee, no action upstairs (thank the fook).
Ain't life grand!
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