OMG have I had a terrible few days.
Having gone out with Luce on Friday night, I had to have complete bed rest over the weekend, having been a victim of a very serious bombing in town.
No, not a terror attacks, fools: Jägerbombs! I was absolutely fit-shaced!
Managed to recover in time for my meeting on Morning though; with a new client, Jack, to see if I could help with his loss of earnings claim.
He lives out in the sticks, and does not have mains water. His house stands at the bottom of a hill, and he has to collect water from a well at the top.
He had been up there getting water with his wife, Jill. I do not know why they both had to go, since they only wanted a bucket full.
Anyway, on the way back down he stumbled, due to the path being in disrepair, following a period of neglect by the local council.
He fell from virtually the top, all the way down to near his house, and hurt his head quite badly. Jill had stumbled as well, but was more fortunate with her fall, only suffering minor abraisons.
The most surprising thing, to me, is the treatment he received at casualty. They applied acetic acid to his wounded head and then wrapped it up like a parcel.
Austerity is truly upon us.
Still, must dash. Before Richard the evil ban man catches up with me!