Jo took me to A&E, luckily before the Sunday morning footballers started knocking seven bells out of each other, so it was just me and an old lady who’d also done her collarbone. Seen, X-rayed, and out in an hour! An A&E record by 3 hours. Well chuffed.
Anyway, I’ve popped part of my collarbone lout of its moorings, not broken it. So it’s being popped back in again on Friday. Until then i have take paracetamol, try not to move, and generally feel like an invalid. Boring.