You'd think at 56 Richard would be too old for a football injury, not so. During half time of the A grade game he went out and had a kick of the ball with Tom, Michael and my nephew.
As he was taking a mark he bent his fingers back on his left hand. Ouch... Instead of grabbing some ice - lord knows there's plenty of it at a footy game - he carried on doing the A grade stats during the second half. It wasn't until the end of the game that he showed us his hand.
By the time we got home his wedding ring was starting to turn his finger blue, so off to the local hospital where they cut the ring off.
He wouldn't let me take anymore photos today but his hand is very bruised and he can only use 2 fingers on that hand. I've suggested that he might need to go and get his fingers looked at again, but unless they're about to drop off that's not likely. You'd be amazed at how many times he's knocked that hand today.
Last week of the holidays coming up and I haven't read one page of any book. Might need to have a few early nights...