Oooh, that's got to hurt

A lovely, lovely Saturday. Not because the football season has started and I lose TOH to Watford every other week, but because I joined Jenny and chums on Wandsworth Common for a birthday BBQ.

There were about 30 people, all having a wonderful time in the overcast, yet warm day. We had food, we had conversation, there were dogs and babies and, best of all, we had games! Like at school games - rounders, cricket, tennis etc.

The rounders was particularly well played. We split into two teams. One team was quite competitive, and our team lost most of the time.

The only trouble was, one of the members of the winning team got so carried away with getting her rounder that she fell over in a most awkward fashion. I was mightily impressed with how flexible her shoulder was when she landed on it but it turns out shoulders aren't supposed to come that far forward and she had, in fact, broken her collarbone.

Ouch.

She was in denial, passive panic and under the influence of drink and adrenaline. We got her an ambulance and packed her off to hospital with Jenny, where it was confirmed that she had snapped the bone. All they did there was strap it up, dish out some pain killers and send her home telling her to rest for a month.

The rest of us bowled along to the pub to end the night with some refreshing sea breezes, beers and Pimms.

TOH didn't come over. He was feeling pretty rough. I fell asleep wondering if he had contracted Weil's disease from swimming in the dock and The Serpentine!