Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses, And all the King’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again!
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not have been braver than my nine year old nephew ‘Bob’ yesterday.
Bob, his sister and his mum and dad have been vising us and we’ve all been having a glorious time in stunning weather. But yesterday Bob took a nasty tumble on the trampoline and fractured his arm, rather badly.
The medics may have routinely drawn a big arrow on his arm to indicate where the damage was (Bob had two hours of surgery on his arm late last night) but take our word for it, there was no mistaking that he had broken it, the moment we saw it.
Joe heard it break as Bob fell, and in a masterful moment of understatement, Bob then stood up on the trampoline and announced ‘my elbows moved!’ Well yes, your arm is bent in a different place than it is supposed to be.
So it wasn’t down to the kings horses or men, it was down to the NHS to put Bob back together again which they did with skill and kindness. He is now, in more ways than one, a man of steel, with a pin holding one bone back together and a plate the other. He bounced back out of hospital this morning in time for a pub lunch.
Here he is, waiting for his well earned lunch, modelling his cast, hospital ID and his cousin Tom’s shirt, the only thing other than a school shirt we could find that was front fastening.
I think we grown ups, are all in agreement; that we would have shed more tears than Bob, made more of a song and dance about it* and would have been flattened by the general anaesthetic.
* I think I would have passed out if it had been my arm.