Having tasked Jinx to go off to Brel today ,to buy us both tickets for Lol Coxhill, he has just phoned me to come up with a most unusual excuse not to.
Apparently yesterday lunchtime while crossing Bothwell/Wellington Street corner – on a green man light- a boy racer decided to see how high in the air he could knock our big front loading chum. Quite high by many bystanders’ accounts! Declining an ambulance, by the time they’d both made their statements he couldn’t walk, so Mrs Bed had to take him to the Western where they eventually confirmed ’tissue damage, but no broken bones’
He’s on crutches and cheery enough but has to keep his weight off the knee joint for a few weeks. Removal of socks seems to be his biggest concern at the mo’. That and not being able to listen to the brand new Van der Graaf album ’cause Fiona’s at home looking after him. I’ll keep you posted.