It happened when we were having a relaxing evening, talking and enjoying a pint of our favourite beer, Wherry. We were looking forward to the start of the Six Nations rugby and arguing about the merits of our respective teams (bearing in mind we have supporters of England, Scotland, France and Ireland in our midst). It's hard to talk about rugby without trying out a few moves to illustrate our points, so we started to get a bit physical.
What I forgot, no doubt a pint of Wherry was partly responsible, was that my paws are fairly delicate. They are not well suited to the rough and tumble of a rugby pitch. I got stuck in and was grabbed the ball and started to run. The next thing I remember was having, what felt like an out of body experience, looking down on my paw which was not attached to my body.
Fortunately as my paws aren't too sturdy, it was something of a case of easy go, easy come. The chaps insisted I have another glass of Wherry to act as an anaesthetic, the next thing I knew, my paw had been re-attached by the B.U. medics.
I'm sticking to armchair rugby from now on and thoroughly enjoying the tournament. Lets hope that we've seen the last of B.U. bodily mishaps for a while.
Lots of love Dessie xxx
2 comments:
Ooh dear Dessie - hope you're fully recovered! Did your minders graft your old paw back on or did you have to have anew one made? Nearly as bad as Isaiah's head falling off!
Love Suffolk Branch, especially Harry
Oh dear, oh dear Dessie you were 'in the wars', but your loss was not quite as serious as Isaiah's when his head fell off.
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