Fighting With The Furniture.

He fell two weeks ago yesterday.
(His wonderful neighbours were right on the ball).

Paramedics came.
They wanted to take him in for a scan etc.
He said: "Not bloody likely! It's the last day of the cricket."
With a sigh and a smirk, they hung around and made sure he was fully operational.

(The bruise is the result of a centimetre long cut on his forehead.)

I offered to make him a bubble-wrap suit and balaclava. He declined.