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Sunday 23rd March 2014
Three stitches later . . .
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So yeah . . . it's probably about 11:00 in the morning . . . something like that . . . and A****** and R****** are playing across the road with the three children who live there. All normal so far. Then we hear A****** screaming and shouting, panic in his voice, and we just know something's not right. I quickly get my dressing gown on and by the time I'm downstairs R****** is being led into the kitchen, crying his eyes out, with a stream of blood down the side of his head, originating from the right temple. The bleeding had stopped but there's a big (say, half an inch) gash on his temple. Long story short . . . there was a little wait at A&E in order to get three stitches sown in but it wasn't a massive wait . . . an hour and a half, say?! Something like that. R****** was fine in the end. We went over for a late lunch at Helen & Stu's, having been slightly delayed by the events of the latter part of the morning. Oh! I forgot to say what caused the cranial gash . . . the neighbour's garage door was kind of half open at that perfect angle . . . R****** ran past the open garage door, whacked his head, fell over, got back up again, none-the-wiser, unaware of the bleeding. It was only when A****** saw the blood that anyone knew anything was wrong.
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