The romantic image of boys up trees playing and falling and scraping their knees harks back to a day with out gameboys and computer games.
My youngest still lives in that era, thank goodness, but as a result is constantly getting into strife with bruises, knocks and bleeding noses.
Yesterday evening we spent 5 hours in accident and emergency with a dislocated elbow and broken arm.
The result of falling out said tree.
As he’s getting older the accidents are getting scarier the more gallus he becomes.
When he was young we used to make him wear a bycicle helmet because he was so accident prone.
In the house!
However as I sit and type this, he’s sitting with his arm in a sling and plaster, with that wee glint in his eye, he’s happy as a Larry and I know he’s thinking….How else can I scare the shit out of my old man?
For the rest of his life……..
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