Catching a gob-full!

Just to fill you in (ha,ha, is that another dental joke?)...I was in the slips and the fast bowler was on. It took an edge, came to my left but was quite short (I was probably a little far back, to be honest). It was going like a rocket as I went down to stop it, but it skipped up off the seam and jumped towards my face. "Bloo" - smack!! - "min' eck". I still have a flash frame of a large round threateningly red object stamped indelibly on my memory. Forget all this stuff about my life passing before me. It was quicker than a bird hitting your windscreen on the motorway. Before I could register that I had been hit, I had taken a full-face-on smack in the top lip. Everyone in the ground heard my lip go splat! Ah, the hazy days of summer echoing to the sound of leather upon...lip? Blah! After that there was some bleeding, some ice, some teasing banter about using my hands (yes, Dad, I've heard them all!), followed by the many "Madre mia"s of the various Spanish nurses who helped me get stitched up. Today the lip has swollen pretty well but I managed a full teaching day. What an old soldier. Seven stitches! Did I tell you that I managed to get back to the ground in time to bat? Fortunately I wasn't needed as we won by quite a bit, but I would have been there, honest. The kids at school didn't let me off much...cor, what a day! Thank the Lord that a diet of soup and ice cream is the only remedy.

Pete