There was Osem Jnr #2 and myself enjoying an impromptu barbecue in the garden when I needed to go inside to get a plate to serve his food on. As I returned I tripped on one of the garden steps and fell quite heavily, scraping my arm and side as I hit the wall and winding up in a state of shock on my back like a traumatised beached whale. The instant response from my special lad to my obvious plight you wonder? "Sausage!", "Bread!"
How wonderful to have a life unconcerned by the pain and suffering around you...
