Clearly it does happen to the best of us – yesterday both Ollie and I ended up in the wars. Not against each other for a change, but instead my knee had a row with the ground and Ollie’s eye lost the fight against a cricket ball. I am sure he shall tell us of the escapade in his own time.

My injury was the result of a gentle run through University Parks yesterday afternoon. I was running past some people out for a walk and the next thing I knew I was face down and bleeding rapidly from the knee. I then rolled over onto my back, Beckham style, got up, wiped the blood off with my t-shirt and then carried on running – pride comes after a fall in my case. Only one elderly couple spoke to me, asking whether I was the ‘one’ who just fell over. Naturally, I replied in the affirmative and the lady quite simply said ‘oh, that must really hurt’. A classic remark – and for the record, yes it bloody well did hurt and it still does! What amazes me is how can a pathetic little graze (well, about 2”sq) cause so much pain and give me what looks like a second knee-cap. No more short skirts for me this week (my apologies to OJ).

The consequences of this silly venture mean that I can’t run for a bit. Which annoys me. The consequences of Ollie’s incident means that the cricket match between OJ and Ollie seems doomed to never take place. However, I kindly/stupidly/without thinking agreed to do teas for the match. Thus, despite being able to watch you both ‘bat’tle it out, I still have to provide sandwiches and cakes (enough to feed an army if OJ is going to eat stuff). Oh bother. It is also ridiculously hot today and OJ has a cold. Wonders will never cease. Now, back to that reading list…