It was quite funny really, we were running for the bus with many a gin drunk. Two minutes to go and we had quite a distance before us until we reached the bus stop. I sprinted with grace and elegance while he lumbered along behind me when suddenly
he thumped on to the ground face first after crumpling his ankle into a pot hole. Oh how I laughed. It's massive, and purple, hopefully not broken.
Alas, no more skating or surfing for 8 weeks, this may be detrimental to our relationship.
I don't if the three of you who read this know any surfers, but they are the biggest grumps in the world if they haven't surfed in more than two days.